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A lot of people may think I missed it.
I never had a chance to drink
from an ice cold pitcher,
on Burbon street.

Thinking back what I missed
because I never had a glass
of cafe' La ta dah,
doesn't seem to me
I missed a thing,
cause I got it all.

La ta da da
and la ta dah do,
bare footin in June.

Down in these hollows
I can still hear the sounds
of precious memories
when I see the ones
I grew up with,
and they care to
recodnize me.

Although I know
some where others
were dancing,
heads held high,
bow ties and silk dresses,
pearls of make believe.
I wonder if that would
have really benefitted me.

Standing in the line of
Bordon's milk company,
We were gathering memories
of bare footin in June .
They quinched our thirst,
while our parents fed us lessons
of what our American pride
ought to be.

While us kids waited
a little white calf slept on
the court house steps.
I remember my little sis
so concerned, wonderin
if they made room for
the brown cow,some how.

La ta dah dah
barefootin in June.
Me and my friends
up to simple mischief,
dancing to country sounds,
with the older a few blue
ribbons were passed around,
taste buds craving a natural savor
that country souls ledgered
from their old stompin grounds.

Bare footin in June,
we'd hang around the court yard
until it was way past noon,
waving flags with pride,
shaking hands and sayin hey,
to all our neighbors passing by,
in the June dairy parade.
Its still the same way,
when you want to make your
heart room,
just bare footin in June.

Everybody's hearts flowing,
like the rivers in these mountains,
a song that was always sung,
seeing kids mount on horses
marching to a familar sound.

Bare footin in June,
what a way to gather around
camp fires under starry nights
you all come on down.

Taking pride in hard work
nothin you had
was ever,
planted on better ground,
than all your friends that
would gather, from all the
smiles around.

Baring footin in June,
made our hearts beat
to a solid sound.

Sharing a piece of humble
pie, nothing made our
life better,
than these farm roads
under an open sky,
and Lincoln county
in June,
those warm bare footin
Bare footin in June,
La ta dah dah dah,
come soon,
we'll be barefoot
in June.


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The following comments are for "Bare footin in June"
by coco

wheres my shoes
I read this and I'm thinking, wow what an awesome theme for a blues song, I liked and and can't wait til I read more of you, until then, I'll be sitting on my porch, straw in my mouth, fiddling the theme from deliverence, barefooted.....Bob:)

1 typo recognize

( Posted by: poetryman [Member] On: September 13, 2004 )

Again, melodious
Hint a tune, a song.

You're probably a musician or a singer.

Have a nice day,


( Posted by: Teflon [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

green feet, but he likes it
I use to be a little shy
about my style,
made fun of for
a while, trailor
trash and all
that smashing
never had the
chance to run
around in New
York city,

Some how
ones who
wanted to be
city slickers
thought I wasnt
feminine enough.

I got
green feet,
but I like it.....
hehe.... and on
cool breezy
when the moon is set
just right,,,,,,
I put on my lip
stick and turn
out the lights,
and he likes it.....
my city slicker

( Posted by: CoCo [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )

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