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 [bad word] #39; off instead, Mamma would make my bottom red
Go and wash them dirty feet before you go to bed