Down a dirt road past the open fields Lived a man named Randy Booth, it's real
Seventeen kids with laughter so loud Buildin' memories like clouds in the plow
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
Boots kicked off, let the mud take hold Young faces grinnin, hearts of gold
Chasin' each other through puddles wide A patchwork family filled with pride
And the sun sets slow where the laughter flies Stories of the mud sung under the skies
The kitchen waits but they ain't in a rush The world fades to brown in a muddy blush
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
The neighbors all talk, they can't understand A man who builds love with no hard demands
Seventeen kids but no worry or strife Just boots in the mud and pure joy for life
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
Randy Boothe - 17 Children Lyrics
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Down a dirt road past the open fields Lived a man named Randy Booth, it's real
Seventeen kids with laughter so loud Buildin' memories like clouds in the plow
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
Boots kicked off, let the mud take hold Young faces grinnin, hearts of gold
Chasin' each other through puddles wide A patchwork family filled with pride
And the sun sets slow where the laughter flies Stories of the mud sung under the skies
The kitchen waits but they ain't in a rush The world fades to brown in a muddy blush
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
The neighbors all talk, they can't understand A man who builds love with no hard demands
Seventeen kids but no worry or strife Just boots in the mud and pure joy for life
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
Seventeen kids with laughter so loud Buildin' memories like clouds in the plow
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
Boots kicked off, let the mud take hold Young faces grinnin, hearts of gold
Chasin' each other through puddles wide A patchwork family filled with pride
And the sun sets slow where the laughter flies Stories of the mud sung under the skies
The kitchen waits but they ain't in a rush The world fades to brown in a muddy blush
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
The neighbors all talk, they can't understand A man who builds love with no hard demands
Seventeen kids but no worry or strife Just boots in the mud and pure joy for life
Oh, Randy Booth with his laughter so free Kids in the mud round the old willow tree
Livin' life like a simple sweet dream Hands in the dirt, sun on the stream
Writer: Randy Boothe
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