THAR'S a feelin' of pleasure, mixed in with some pain That over my memory scoots When I think of my boyhood days once again And my fust pair of copper toed boots.

How our folks stood around when I fust tried them on And bravely marched out on the floor And father remarked "thar a mighty good fit And the best to be had at the store."

That night, I remember, I took them to bed With the rest of us little galoots And among other things in my prars which I sed Wuz a reference to copper toed boots.

And then in the mornin' the fust one on hand Wuz me and my new acquisition And thar wuzn't a spot in the house that I missed From the garret clar down to the kitchen.

Then with feelin's expandin', and huntin' fer room I concluded I'd help do the chores;

Fer I felt as though somethin' wuz goin' to bust If I didn't git right out of doors.

But those boots they were new, and the ice it wuz slick And I couldn't get one way or tother And I jist had to stand right there in one spot And holler like thunder fer mother.

But trouble's a blessing sometimes in disguise Fer I larned right thar on the spot That the best sort of knowledge to hav in this world Is that by experience taught.

So though many years have since passed away And I've ventured on various routes I'm still tryin' things jist as risky today As my fust pair of copper toed boots.