Intro: 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.