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 damn thing about Grandma'a house
Was the great big feather bed
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It was nine feet high, six feet wide
Soft as a downy chick
It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese
And a while roll of clothe for the tick
It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs
And the piggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!)
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
Nest thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morn'
In the middle of the old feather bed
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Well, I love my ma, I love my pa
I love Granny and Granpa too
Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin
And I even kissed aunt Sue (foo!)
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
(Well, maybe not the gal down the road)
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