Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed when the weather was a whizzin' cold?
When the wind was a whistlin' round the house
And the moon was yellow as gold
You give your good one mattress up to aunt Lizzy and uncle Fred
Too many kinfolks on a bad night so you went to the foot of the bed
I could always wait 'til the old folks
Had an eating believings with grace
The teacher could keep me after school
I'd still have a smile on my face
I could wear the big boys worn out clothes
And let sister have my sled
But I'd always did get my nanny goat to sleep at the foot of the bed
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It was fine enough when the kinfolks come
And the kids brought brand new games
Well, you could see how fat all the old folks was
And learn all the babies names
Had biscuits and custard and chicken pie, we all got Sunday fed
But I know damn well when night time come
I was heading for the foot of the bed
They say some folks don't know what it is
Having company all over the place
To wrestle for cover on a winter night
With a big foot sitting in your face
Or a cold toenail just scratching your back
And the foot boards grabbing your head
I'll tell the world you ain't lost a thing
Never a sleepin' at the foot of the bed
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I've done it over and over again in this land
Of the brave and the free
And in this awful battle of life, it's left it's mark on me
For I'm always a-struggling around at the foot instead of forging ahead
And I don't think it's caused from a dog-gone thing
But sleepin' at the foot of the bed