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, country ham Home-made butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma'a house Was the great big feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide Soft as a downy chick It was made of the feathers of forty-leven' geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs And a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun 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 Chorus 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 Chorus X2