Some additional verses:
Pulls his shirt outside his coat,
Buttons his britches around his throat,
Back is bent like an old tin can,
Folks all laugh at poor old Dan.

Old Dan he worked in the cotton field,
He got a stone bruise in his heel,
He left the field and went through the woods
To the little pond where the fishin's good.

And now old Dan is a dead gone sucker,
And never will go home to his supper,
Old Dan he has had his last ride,
And the banjo's buried by his side.

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old feller,
But he would play cards with a nigger in the cellar,
First to the right and then to the left,
And then to the one that you love best.
(I have heard preacher used in the second line)

Vance Randolph, reference as above.