Songtext von Walker

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