Oh, Them Golden Slippers

Oh, Them Golden Slippers

James A. Bland

Oh, my golden slippers are laid away,
'Cause I don't 'spect to wear them till my wedding day,
And my long-tailed coat, that I loved so well,
I will wear up in the chariot in the morn.

And my long white robe that I bought last June,
I'm goin' to get changed 'cause it fits too soon,
And the old gray horse that I used to drive,
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn.

    Oh, Them Golden Slippers
    Oh, Them Golden Slippers
    Golden Slippers I'm goin' to wear, because they look so neat.
    Oh, Them Golden Slippers
    Oh, Them Golden Slippers
    Golden slippers I'm goin' to wear to walk the golden street.

Oh, my old banjo hangs on the wall
'Cause it aint been tunedc since 'way last fall,
But the folks all say we'll have a good time,
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn,
There's old Brother Ben and his sister Luce,
They will telegraph the news to Uncle 'Bacco Juice,
What a great camp meeting there will be that day,
When we ride up in the chariot in the morning.   Chorus

So, it's goodbye children, I will have to go,
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow,
And your ulster coats, why, you will not need,
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn,
But your golden slippers must be nice and clean,
And your age must be just sweet sixteen,
And your white kid gloves you will have to wear,
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn. Chorus