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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 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 forty-leven' geese  
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Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick  
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It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs  
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And a piggy we stole from the shed  
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We 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 Lou Ooh! 
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  
  
  
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