Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
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Woody Guthrie
[Verse 1]
Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of cooling water
Fall upon my burning cheek
[Verse 2]
Tell my darling little playmates
That I never more shall play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away
[Chorus]
You will do this, won't you Mother?
Put my little shoes away
Give my toys to all my playmates
Put my little shoes away
[Verse 3]
Santa Claus he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
Then I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
[Verse 4]
Soon the baby will be larger
Then they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so cute and pretty
When he walks along the street?
[Chorus]
You will do this, Mother, won't you?
Put my little shoes away
Give my toys to all my playmates
Put my little shoes away
Put My Little Shoes Away was written by Charles E. Pratt.