| Oh, barefoot boy
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| Once he came unto a land of forests
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| And of streams
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| That tumbled through the meadows to the sea
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| He called it home for many were its wonders
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| And he learned to live upon the land
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| Taking only what he needed
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| Barefoot boy
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| He don’t like the concrete
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| Seek the country any way he can
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| Barefoot boy
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| He’s fading down your street
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| I know he’ll never come this way again
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| And time passes on
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| In this life of always changing
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| People coming
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| Building cities
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| Cut your forest
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| Pave your highway
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| Oh barefoot boy
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| Wraps his blanket 'round his shoulders
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| Says goodbye to misty valleys
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| Once more he sets off to wander |