Put My Little Shoes Away
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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Mother dear come bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Mother let one drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek

I'm going away to leave you, Mother darling
And remember what I say
Do this, won't you please, dear Mother
Put my little shoes away

Santa Claus, he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
I believe he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings

Tell my loving little playmates
That I nevermore will play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away

I'm going away to leave you, Mother darling
And remember what I say

Do this, won't you please, dear Mother
Put my little shoes away

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Woody Guthrie's song, "Put My Little Shoes Away," is a poignant and emotional message from a dying child to their mother. The first stanza sets the tone of the song, with the child expressing their physical weakness and asking their mother for comfort. The second verse reveals the child's heart-wrenching reality - that they are dying and are about to leave their mother forever. The child then asks their mother to keep their little shoes as a reminder of them.


The third verse takes a more hopeful tone, with the child believing that Santa brought them an angel with golden wings. However, they still ask their mother to give their toys to their playmates, but to keep their shoes as a special memento. The final chorus repeats the child's request, and ends the song on a bittersweet tone.


Line by Line Meaning

Mother dear come bathe my forehead
I am feeling feeble and my body temperature is rising. Moisten my forehead, mother.


For I'm growing very weak
I am becoming weaker than before and I won't be able to tend to myself.


Mother let one drop of water
Please put one drop of water using your fingers, Mother.


Fall upon my burning cheek
Drop it slowly on my face so that it cools down my face which feels hot and hurts.


I'm going away to leave you, Mother darling
I am leaving you, dear mother forever.


And remember what I say
Please pay heed to my words and remember them for they are important.


Do this, won't you please, dear Mother
Please grant me one last request, mother.


Put my little shoes away
Preserve my shoes so that they serve as a reminder of my existence.


Santa Claus, he brought them to me
These shoes were a gift from Santa Clause.


With a lot of other things
Along with many other presents that he brought me on his sleigh.


I believe he brought an angel
I feel like he brought an angel with him that day.


With a pair of golden wings
The angel had a pair of wings made of gold and was magnificent.


Tell my loving little playmates
Inform my dear friends and playmates about what's happening to me.


That I nevermore will play
Let them know that I won't be able to play with them again.


Give them all my toys, but Mother
Please distribute all of my toys amongst them, except for the shoes. Give them to Mother.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SAMUEL ALLOYSIUS MITCHELL, CHARLES PRATT

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@Kimberly-pg2ix

My mother's favorite song. When she was a child. My mother went to be with the Lord but I know God gave her some golden shoes 👟

@judipoo1

My Mom used to sing this to us when we were kids. Always made us cry but we begged her to sing.

@janicekimbrell9655

my mom always sing this song to me and my sisters my oldest sister is in her 60 my mom is 82 I am the youngest out of the 4 girls and I remember my mom would always sing this song , and when I had 4 kids I sing it to them I love to remember the way my mom would put uses to bed and sing this song and I care it on and sing it to my 4 thank you for this song God bless you when I found this I had to send it to my mom 😢so she knew I remember her doing this

@pkhdz05

I remember my grandmother and my mom singing this to us. It would always make us cry but we still loved singing along with them. 💖💖💖

@lenaschumann6735

Was für ein schönes Lied!
Ich höre es jetzt, im Jahr 2020, zum ersten Mal. Und es berührt mich total. Ich habe hier gerade gelesen, der Text ist von 1873!
Wunderbar!

@lenaschumann6735

P.S. Die heutigen Medien tragen doch sehr dazu bei, dass sich Dinge erhalten.
Auf Woody bin ich gestoßen, weil ich in den frühen 80ern zufällig eine Schallplatte auf dem Wühltisch (!) gefunden habe. Ich bin ja deutsch und er war mir vorher so gar kein Begriff.
Dann fand ich hier mal eine Info, dort mal ein Buch oder eine CD. Es war aber alles so sporadisch.
Dieser schöne Song (den ich auf keiner Platte odet CD habe) und noch so einiges wären mir auf diese Art vielleicht durchgegangen.

@ashevillesam

My great-great-great grandfather Samuel N. Mitchell wrote this song! Sam Mitchell

@rowly132

Only the greatest song ever written

@darlenelawson7714

That is amazing. My mother sang this song as we sat around a wood burning stove be a single oil lamp for light, while her knitting needles clicked away. I’ve been thinking about it during recent stormy evenings and thought I would check to see if, just maybe, I could find it. Thank you for sharing this information. Technology can be wonderful.

@amandamcquade1272

🫡🌲🪶⚖️ My dear Mama, Mae Cash, asked that this song be played at her Memorial Celebration of Life...along with the beautiful theme from Riley, Ace of Spies (1983 British Programme starring Sam Neill)
She was born in Arkansas, and moved west as a baby, as the Dust Bowl hit Arkansas...a la The Grapes of Wrath. Her parents did two seasons sharecropping for Mrs. Pollock in New Mexico, until indigenous Arbiter John Twelve Trees shocked her by ruling for the Cash family. On to Imperial Valley, CA...

Now she is gone on another long trip...I wonder if Mrs. Pollock will be there? And if so, will John Twelve Trees see compassionate justice done again? 💚🌲💚🤝
🫡🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🪶⚖️🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🪶

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