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The Barefoot Boy With Shoes On
-Asa Martin
Oh, the night was dark and cloudy
The moon was shining bright
The stars were casting burning rays
On the storm that raged that night
Lightening struck the cowshed
And the cows all chewed their cud
Moonlight set the prairie on fire
In the middle of the woods
Oh, the barefoot boy with shoes on
Come a-shuffling down the street
His pants were full of pockets
And his boots were full of feet
He was born when he was a baby
His grandma’s pride and joy
His only sister was a girl
And his brother was a boy
He never was a triplet
But he always was a twin
His legs were fastened to his knees
Just below his chin
And his feet were fastened to his ankles
Several inches from his shoulder
And when he grew up he became a man
And everyday got older
He married him a woman
Who quickly became his wife
For you see he could not marry her
And maintain a single life
Her head was full of notions
And her mouth was full of tongue
They raised a dozen children
All born when they was young
Six boys, five girls
And then another child
They never tried to raise them right
Just let them grow up wild
And late in the evening
They’d send them off to bed
Not sure if they was living
And they wished they all was dead
The youngest was a baby
But the oldest was one first
The good one was the bad one
But the bad one was the worst
They never knew their ages
No, they never seemed to care
‘Cause they knew they had a birthday
And it came ‘round once a year
They never knew their father’s age
But they always had a hunch
That he was born before their time
Was the oldest of the bunch
And when they died they could not speak
Their names they could not tell
The girls all went to heaven
And the boys all went out West
The organ peeled potatoes
Lard was rendered by the choir
When the parson rang the dishrag
Someone set the church on fire
“Hole smokes!” the preacher shouted
As he madly tour his hair
Now his head resembles heaven
For there’ll be no parting there
It was midnight on the ocean
Not a streetcar was in sight
The Captain hailed a taxi
And he rode all day, that night.
VARIANT:
It was midnight on the ocean
Not a streetcar was in sight
The sun was shining brightly
And it rained all day that night
It was a summer's day in winter
And the rain was snowing fast
And a barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting in the grass
And the cows were making cowslips
And the bells were ringing wet
The bumble bees were making bums
And smoking cigarettes
A man went in a stable
And came out a little hoarse
He jumped upon his golfstick
And rode all around the course
While the organ peeled potatoes
Lard was rendered by the choir
The sexton rang a dish-rag
Someone set the church on fire
Holy smokes the preacher shouted
In the rain he lost his hair
Now his head resembles heaven
Cause there sin't no partin' there.
it was midnight on the ocean
Not a horsecart was in sight
I went into a drugstore
To get myself a light
The man behind the counter
Was a lady old and gray
Who used to peddle shoestrings
On the road to Mandalay
My husband's dead the lady said
Her eyes were dry with tears
She put her head between her feet
And stood that way for years
Her children six were orphans
Except one tiny tot
Who lived in a house across the street
Above a vacant lot
It was evening and the sunrise
was just setting in the west;
And the fishes in the treetops
were all cuddled in their nests.
As the wind was blowing bubbles,
lightning shot from left to right;
Everything that you could see
had been hidden out of sight
As I gazed through the oaken door
A whale went drifting by
It's six legs hanging in the air
So I kissed her goodbye.
This story has a moral
As you can plainly see
Don't mix your gin with whiskey
On the deep and dark blue sea.
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