Hey, barefoot days when I was just a kid, hey, barefoot days, oh boy, the things I did
We'd go down to Shady Nook with a bent pin for a hook
And we'd fish all day and fish all night, the jolly old fish refused to bite
And then I'd slide down someone's cellar door, and I'd slide and slide until my pants got torn
And then I'd have to go home and get in bed while mama got busy with the needle and thread
Oh boy, what joy, I had in barefoot days, oh boy, oh what joy, we had in barefoot day-ays...
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