Ma Feets

Ah gotsta tell y’all ‘bout ma own two feet, Fo transportation dey can’t be beat. I’m right proud a them clod hoppers, see, Cause they always trekin’ on ahead a me. Don’t reckon dey ain’t no place dey ain’t never been, And if’n dey was I fo sho cainst remember when.. An I remember onced when dese ole clodhoppers, Churned like lightning from some bad coppers. Now dey don’t always get me out of a lurch, Sundays dey carry me on down to church. An when the old widow next door needs favors, Why dese ole feet a mine hit them pavers. Lord dey was your transportation I read in the bible, So in my book dese feets got no rival. Member that lady what washed yours an dried em with her hair? I like to think I’d a maybe helped her if I’d a been dere… Anyway, thank you Lord for my favorite transportation, Saves me a heap a money at the gaslene station!