Simple rule about folk heroes: They don't qualify until someone writes a song about them. Fortunately for Colton Harris-Moore, someone has decided to pen The

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Colton Gets a Tune! The Ballad of Barefoot Harris.

Simple rule about folk heroes: They don't qualify until someone writes a song about them. Fortunately for Colton Harris-Moore, someone has decided to pen The Ballard of Barefoot Harris, a tune that puts him in the ranks of Jesse James, the Green Berets and skinny dudes everywhere.

Unfortunately for Colton Harris-Moore, that someone isn't Slim Pickens, Bob Dylan or even Barry Sadler. Instead, our Barefoot Burglar gets Michael Mirrielees. A well-meaning dude with a guitar and a webcam but without a mastery of the high note.

Sing along with the lyrics after the jump.

When Barefoot was born

He was born in the woods

With a lockpick in his hand

He was raised on the run

And now he's running still

Taking everything he can

I never knew a boy

With a head in the clouds

So far he flew away

But his fingers work so fast

He stole three planes and crashed

I know he'll make it out someday

Colton he was sly

And colton he was fast

They could never pin him down

But he never hurt a fly

And he never killed a man

And he never will be found

So remember Mr. Lawman

And remember Mr. Crook

Watch close as he slips on by

For every step you take

Old Barefoot's takin' two

So fly on, Colton fly

Now Barefoot grew up and

He skipped right out of town

But he always stuck to his guns

He stole across the states

And he stole into our hearts

And he stole right into Washington

Now Barefoot, he was fair and

Barefoot, he was just

A better man couldn't be found

He never left a trace

Until he won that race

When election time came round

So remember Mr. Lawman

And remember Mr. Crook

Watch close as he slips on by

For every step you take

Old Barefoot's takin' two

So Colton, keep on running

Your mother sends her love

Remember how old Jesse went

So Barefoot Colton watch your back

And fly on, Colton fly

 
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