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