K:G Oh my [G]golden slippers are stored away, 'Cause I don't 'spect to wear 'em till my [D]weddin' day, And my long-tailed coat, that I love so well, I'll wear in the chariot on that [G]mor-ning; And my long white robe that I bought last June, Goin' to get it changed 'cause it [D]fits too soon, And the old grey horse that I used to ride, I'll hitch up to the chariot in the [G]mor-ning tide. {i}Chorus:{/i} {i}[G]Oh, them golden slippers!{/i} {i}[C]Oh, them golden slippers!{/i} {i}Them [D]golden slippers I'm goin' to wear{/i} {i}be-[G]cause they look so neat;{/i} {i}[G]Oh, them golden slippers!{/i} {i}[C]Oh, them golden slippers!{/i} {i}Them [D]golden slippers I'm goin' to wear,{/i} {i}to walk the golden [G]streets.{/i} Oh, my [G]old banjo's hanging on the wall, 'Cause it ain't been tuned since [D]way last fall, But the Old folks say we'll have a good time, When we ride up in the chariot in the [G]mor-ning; There's old Brother Bill and Sister Lee, They will telegraph the news to [D]you and me, What a great camp meeting we'll have that day, When we ride up in the chariot in the [G]mor-ning. Chorus Now it's [G]goodbye, children, It's time to go, Where the rain don't fall and the [D]wind don't blow. And your old rain coats, why you will not need, When you ride up in the chariot in the [G]mor-ning; But the golden slippers must be neat and clean, And your age must be just [D]sweet sixteen, And your white kid gloves you will have to wear, When you ride up in the chariot on that [G]mor-ning fair. Chorus