(Written by Shaye Smith and Ken Harrell) Mom brought us lemonade On a Coca-Cola tray Ice rattling in plastic glasses We'd see who drink the fastest In a split second we were gone Racing cross the fresh cut lawn And we were running barefoot in the grass When I was twelve I started liking boys She was still playing with her toys I pointed out that she was only nine And I didn't need her tagging behind Then I would jump on my red bicycle I'd look back and I 'd get tickled She was running barefoot in the grass And it brings a smile to my face Seeing her, no shoes in a footrace Running as fast as she can Waving her hands and calling out my name Little Sister Oh, I wonder if she knows how bad I miss her I remember being so confused When mom and daddy broke the news I never even saw her cry Though I could tell she was hurting inside But, now I'm sure she's got a full head of hair And I know that somewhere up there She's running barefoot in the grass Barefooot in the grass (Repeat) Mom brought us lemonade On a Coca-Cola tray Ice rattling in plastic glasses We'd see who drink the fastest Love to see you run Little sister, run Barefoot in the grass, barefoot in the grass