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When I was a little bitty boy
Just up off the floor
We used to go down to Grandma's house
Every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie country ham
Home-made butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma'a house
Was the great big feather bed
It was nine feet high and six feet wide
Soft as a downy chick
It was made of the feathers of forty-leven' geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs
And a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun
In Grandma's feather bed
After supper we'd sit around the fire
The old folks spit and chew
Pa would talk about the farm in the war
And Grandma'd sing a ballad or two
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
Till the cobwebs filled my head
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morn'
In the middle of the old feather bed
Chorus
Well I love my ma I love my pa
I love Granny and Grandpa too
I been fishing with my uncle I wrestled with my cousin
And I even kissed Aunt Lou Ooh!
But if I ever had to make a choice
I think it oughta be said
That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road
For Grandma's feather bed
Chorus X2
