Early Monday morning
Pa put on his shoes and he says
Follow me on down to Danskin Station
Early Monday morning
Ma put on her dress and she says
Follow me on down to the car
Woken from our rest, we got dressed for Danskin Station
Only the finest attire
Maybe once a month at best
We got fed at Danskin Station
Lord knows it brings me higher

Oh, Danskin, where have you gone
You lost your fame, you lost your glory
Oh, Danskin, it's been too long
Since we enjoyed your sweet embrace

Come on sister, take my hand
We'll explore this canyon land
Find a way down to the water by the sand
Now that winters come and gone
This dirt road will carry on
Good old Danskin, finds relief with summer's song