Hey, come on, let's all take, take our shoes off and leave them in the sun
And they say, "Don't get your feet dirty," but I say gettin' 'em dirty is all the fun
I'll be stuck in my old truck, runnin' rough, sittin' on a ripped up bench seat
But I'll be smilin', chin up, 'cause I got barefeet
Mmmmm
And see, I know how to dream, holdin' a hundred memories with nothin' on my feet
And I'll be dancin' in the breeze, and it'll be so easy in the shadow of that tree
I'll be stuck in my old truck, runnin' rough, sittin' on a ripped up bench seat
But I'll be smilin', chin up, 'cause I got barefeet
Yeah, I'll be playin' my harmonica with a little tambourine strapped to my foot
I'll be smilin'. Every little breeze feels good
Just like I knew it would
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Hey, come on, let's all take, take our shoes off and leave them in the sun
And they say, "Don't get your feet dirty," but I say gettin' 'em dirty is all the fun
I'll be stuck in my old truck, runnin' rough, sittin' on a ripped up bench seat
But I'll be smilin', chin up, 'cause I got barefeet
Mmmmm
And see, I know how to dream, holdin' a hundred memories with nothin' on my feet
And I'll be dancin' in the breeze, and it'll be so easy in the shadow of that tree
I'll be stuck in my old truck, runnin' rough, sittin' on a ripped up bench seat
But I'll be smilin', chin up, 'cause I got barefeet
Yeah, I'll be playin' my harmonica with a little tambourine strapped to my foot
I'll be smilin'. Every little breeze feels good
Just like I knew it would
And they say, "Don't get your feet dirty," but I say gettin' 'em dirty is all the fun
I'll be stuck in my old truck, runnin' rough, sittin' on a ripped up bench seat
But I'll be smilin', chin up, 'cause I got barefeet
Mmmmm
And see, I know how to dream, holdin' a hundred memories with nothin' on my feet
And I'll be dancin' in the breeze, and it'll be so easy in the shadow of that tree
I'll be stuck in my old truck, runnin' rough, sittin' on a ripped up bench seat
But I'll be smilin', chin up, 'cause I got barefeet
Yeah, I'll be playin' my harmonica with a little tambourine strapped to my foot
I'll be smilin'. Every little breeze feels good
Just like I knew it would
Writer: Sally Sappington
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