Grandma’s Feather Bed
Jim Connor, ~1973· Songs Well-Known in America · p.123
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When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor,
After supper we'd sit around the fire The old folks spit and chew
Well, I love my ma, I love my pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too
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We used to go down to Grandma's house
Pa would talk about the farm and the war
Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin
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Every month end or so. We'd have chicken pie, country ham
And Grandma'd sing a ballad or two. I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
And I even kissed aunt Sue (foo!) But if I ever had to make a choice
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Homemade butter on the bread
Till the cobwebs filled my head
I think it oughta be said
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But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morn'
That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road
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Was the great big feather bed
In the middle of the old feather bed
For Grandma’s feather bed
Chorus:
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It was nine feet high, six feet wide, soft as a downy chick
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It was made of the feathers of forty-eleven geese
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Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
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It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs
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And the piggy that we stole from the shed (oink, oink!)
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Didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
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On Grandma's feather bed
* Recorded by John Denver