Cat. #1166 (MFH #520) - As sung by O.B. Campbell, Vinita, Oklahoma on August 9, 1971
VERSE 1
Mother come an' bathe my forehead
For I feel I'm growing weak
Let just one little drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek
Do rember what I say
When I'm gone an' left you, Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 2
Some folks say that love is pleasure
O, what pleasure do I see
Har my heart is almost broken
At th thought of leaving thee
Little brother's growing older
Soon they'll fit his little feet
Won't they look so neat an' cunning
As he walks upon th street
VERSE 3
Tell my little loving schoolmates
That I never more will play
Give to them all of my toys
Put my little shoes away
Do remember what I say
When I'm gone an' left you Mother
Put my little shoes away