Little boy, put your feet to the ground,
Don't look back, don't turn around,
Ain't got no father

And you ain't got no mother,
Better keep one foot in front of the other
Who's gonna call you

Who's gonna feed you
Who's gonna love you
Better keep one foot in front of the other


Little boy, ain't got no home,
Got no place to call your own.

Aunts and uncles, they're too poor,
Leave you standing outside the door


Who's gonna call you
Who's gonna clothe you
Who's gonna hold you

Better keep one foot in front of the other

Little boy, you've gone so far,

Little feet are tired and sore.
Ate all your bread
And you ate all your honey

Little hands better make you some money

Who's gonna call you

Who's gonna take you
Who's gonna know you
Better keep one foot in front of the other