A HIGH SILK HAT AND A GOLD TOP WALKING CANE
As recorded by Frank Crumit

My old mammy's goin' to be a lady fine and grand.
The railroad's goin' to lay their tracks right on our pasture land.
They'll pay Pappy twenty thousand; he ain't comin' down.
We're goin' to sell our mountain shack and then we'll move to town.

I'll get myself a high silk hat and a gold-top walkin' cane.
There'll be silken hose and store-bought clothes for Pappy, Ma, and Jane,
And you can bet I'll never fret. I'll never toil again,
Like a 'ristocrat with a high silk hat and a gold-top walkin' cane.

I'll get myself a high silk hat and a gold-top walkin' cane
And a watch you twist around your wrist that don't need any chain.
I'll plan a trip upon a ship across the bounding main,
Like a 'ristocrat in a high silk hat and a gold top walkin' cane.

Goodbye, all my dear old friends; I sure will miss you so.
I'll miss the scenes of childhood days, the days that I love so;
But don't think when I am gone, that I've forgotten you,
For when I am a millionaire, here's what I'm goin' to do:

I'll ramble round old London town and across the deep blue sea,
And I'll swap jokes with lordly folks in high society;
And If I'm low, they'll never know, for you can change your name,
For all you need is a high silk hat and a gold-top walkin' cane.

I'll travel down to Paris town on the early mornin' train,
And when I come a-roamin' back, I'll never be the same;
And if I'm sad, I'll drown my cares in sherry and champagne,
For that goes well with a high silk hat and a gold-top walkin' cane.

And when I'm old and poor again, I'll settle in these hills,
For I'll buy back that mountain shack and pay up all my bills;
And early every Sunday morn, I'll feel so rich again,
When I put on my high silk hat and my gold-top walkin' cane.