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-leven 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-leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs
And a piggy we'd stole 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, ew!
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
(I'd be best to reconsider '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-leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
And it hold eight kids and four hound dogs
And a piggy we'd stole from the shed
We didnt 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