When I was a little boy,
barefooted 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
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 brogands in my
hand before I'd hit the gate.
I'd romp and play till nearly dead,
that same old line mama always said.
Go and wash those dirty feet be fore you go to bed.
When winter's past and the
violets bloom
And the springtime rolled around
My tiny feet got to itching so
To touch the cool, cool ground
But I re member 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 old wash pan
Just a fussin' and a fumin'
like any ordinary man
But if I brush them off instead,
mama would make my bottom red.
Go and wash those dirty
feet before you go to bed.