Oh, my golden slippers am laid away
'Cause I don't spect to wear 'em til my wedding day
And my long tailed coat, that I love 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 grey hoss that I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn.
Oh, dem golden slippers

Oh, dem golden slippers
Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear
Because they look so neat.

Oh, dem golden slippers
Oh, dem golden slippers
Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear

To walk the golden street.
Oh, my old banjo hangs on the wall
'Cause it ain't been tuned since way last fall

But the darks all say we'll have a good time
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn.
There's ol' brother Ben and his sister, Luce

They will telegraph the news to uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meetin' there will be that day
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn.

Oh, dem golden slippers
Oh, dem golden slippers
Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear

Because they look so neat.
Oh, dem golden slippers
Oh, dem golden slippers

Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear
To walk the golden street.
So, it's good-bye, children I will have to go

Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
And yer ulster coats, why, you will not need
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn.

But yer golden slippers must be nice and clean
And yer age must be just sweet sixteen
And yer white kid gloves you will have to wear

When you ride up in the chariot in the morn.
Oh, dem golden slippers
Oh, dem golden slippers

Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear
Because they look so neat.
Oh, dem golden slippers

Oh, dem golden slippers
Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear
To walk the golden street.