Grandma's Feather Bed

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 and country ham And homemade butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma's house Was her great big feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide Soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs And a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun On Grandma's feather bed After supper, we'd sit around the fire The old folks'd spit and chew Pa 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 It was nine feet high and six feet wide Soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids and 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 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 I even kissed Aunt Lou, ooh! But if I ever had to make a choice I guess it ought to be said That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road For Grandma's feather bed I'd trade 'em all, plus the gal down the road (Well, a basic bed ain't 'bout the gal down the road) It was nine feet high and six feet wide Soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick And it holds eight kids and 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 We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun On Grandma's feather bed