No shirt, no shoes, sun- tanned in bib over- alls
Tall timber, rushing streams, my home has it all
My summer job, keep the garden hoed
Just a lad, barefoot on a gravel road
Times were simple way back then
Do your chores early, then do them again
And everbody carried his own load
Just a lad, barefoot on a gravel road
No worry, the big war was far away
My uncles, they fought, so I'd have today
Thanks to the bravery others showed
So I could be barefoot on a gravel road
I've made a lot of foot-prints, and had my fill
Many times I have passed this cemetery hill
The wagon is moving again, and this time I am the load
A lad, no longer barefoot on a gravel road.