Grandma's Feather Bed

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When I was a little bitty boy
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Just up off the floor
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We used to go down to Grandma's 
house
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Every month end or so
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We'd have chicken pie, country ham
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Home-made butter on the bread
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But the best darn thing about 
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Grandma'a house
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Was the great big feather bed

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It was nine feet high and six feet 
wide
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Soft as a downy chick
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It was made of the feathers of 
four-eleven geese
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And a while roll of clothe for the 
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tick
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It could hold eight kids and four 
hound dogs
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And the piggy that we stole form 
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the shed
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Didn't get much sleep but we had 
alot of fun
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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

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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 Sue
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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