(J. Horton, F. Horton)





When I was a little boy, bare-footed, I’d like to go

In the spring or summertime, there was no ice or snow

When I was tired and nearly dead, these are the words that Mamma said

Go and wash those dirty feet before you go to bed



When I would get out off school, I could hardly wait

I’d have my brogans in my hand before I’d hit the gate

I’d wrought them plain till nearly dead, that same old line, Mamma always said

Go and wash those dirty feet before you go to bed



-Solo-



When winter’s passed and the violets bloom and the springtime rose around

My tiny feet got to itchin’ so to touch the cool cool ground

But I remember what Mamma said, those words still echo through my head

Go and wash those dirty feet before you go to bed



-Solo-



I draw the water from the well and grab the Old Ma’s teeth

Just a-fussin’ and a-fumin’ like any ordinary man

But if I’m brushin’ off instead, Mamma would make my bottom red

Go and wash them dirty feet before you go to bed