Barefoot Boy Blues

When I was a little boy, barefooted I liked to go
In the spring or summer time, there was no ice or snow
When I was tired and nearly dead
These are the words that mama said
"Go and wash those dirty feet, before you go to bed."

When I would get out of school, I could hardly wait
I'd have my brogans in my hand before I'd hit the gate
I'd romp and play 'till nearly dead
That same 'ol line mama always said
"Go and wash those dirty feet, before you go to bed."

When winter's passed, and the violets bloom;
And the springtime goes around
My tiny feet got to itchin so to touch the cool, cool ground
But I remember what mama said
Those words still echo through my head
"Go and wash those dirty feet, before you go to bed."

I'd draw the water from the well, and grab the 'ol washpan
Just a fussin' and a-fumin' like in the order of merry men
But if I brushed them off instead
Mama would make my bottom red
"Go and wash those dirty feet, before you go to bed."