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

       D 
It was nine feet high and six feet wide 
G               D 
Soft as a downy chick 
       D                        
It was made of the feathers of four-eleven geese 
      E7                           A 
And a while roll of clothe for the tick 
         D                 
It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs 
        G                            D  
And the piggy that we stole form the shed 
       D                     G 
Didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun 
   A                 D 
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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