Grandma's Feather Bed

1. When I was a little bitty boy just up off a floor,
We used to go down to Grandma's house every monthend or so.
We'd chicken pie and country ham 'n homemade butter on the bread,
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
Was her great big feather bed!

CH: It was nine feet tall and six geet wide and soft as a downy chich.
It was made from the feathers of forty-'leven geese,
It took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It'd hold eight kids 'n four hound dogs and a piggy we'd stolen from the shed.
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun, On Grandma's Feather Bed!



2. After supper we'd sit around the fire, The old folk's spit and chew,
Paw would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a ballad or two.
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire 'til the cobwebs filled my head.
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning.
In the middle of the old feather bed.

3. Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, Love Granny and Grandpa too,
Been fishing with my uncle, and rassled with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Loo (ooouu!)
But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it ought to be said
That i'd trad them all plus the gal down the road,
For Grandma's feather bed!