Oh, golden slippers are laid away,
And the long white robe that I love so well,
I will wear up in the chair in the morning.
And the long white coat that
because it fits too soon.
And the old gray horse that I used to ride,
I will hitch up to the chair in the morning.
Oh, them golden slippers,
oh, them golden slippers,
because they look so neat
Oh, them golden slippers,
Slippers and golden slippers
To walk the golden street
Well, my old banjo hangs on the wall
It ain't been tuned since late last fall
we're gonna have a good time
When we ride up in the chariot
Tell Uncle Ben and Sister Luce
To send a telegram to Uncle Bacchus
What a great camp meeting
When we ride up in the chariot
Because they look so neat
To walk the golden street
Well, goodbye children, I have to go
Where the rain don't fall
And your roaster coat you will not need
When you're right up in the chair
Your age will be just sweet sixteen
And your white kid gloves
When you're right up in the chair
Because they look so neat
To walk the golden street
to walk the golden street