Oh, my golden slippers am laid away Kase I don’t ’spect to wear ’em till my weddin’ day, And my long-tailed coat, dat I loved so well, I will wear up in de chariot in de morn; And my long white robe dat I bought last June, I’m gwine to git changed Kase it fits too soon, And de old grey hoss dat I used to drive, I will hitch him to the chariot in de morn. 
Chorus:
 Oh, dem golden slippers! Oh, dem golden slippers! Golden slippers dat I’m gwine to wear be-case they look so neat; Oh, dem golden slippers! Oh, dem golden slippers! Golden slippers I’m gwine to wear to walk de golden street. 
Oh, my ole banjo hangs on de wall Kase it ain’t been tuned since way last fall, But de darks all say we will hab a good time, When we ride up in de chariot in the morn; Dars ole Brudder Ben and Sister Luce, Dey will telegraph de news to Uncle Bacco Juice, What a great camp meetin der will be dat day, When we ride up in de chariot in de morn. 
So, it’s goodbye, children, I will have to go Whar de rain don’t fall er de wind don’t blow, And yer ulster coats, why yer will not need, When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn; But yer golden slippers must be nice and clean, And yer age must be Just sweet sixteen, And yer white kid gloves yer will have to wear, When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn. 
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