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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 damn thing about Grandma'a house

Was the great big feather bed

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It was nine feet high, six feet wide

Soft as a downy chick

It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese

And a while roll of clothe for the tick

It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs

And the piggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!)

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

Nest 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 Granpa too

Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin

And I even kissed aunt Sue (foo!)

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

(Well, maybe not the gal down the road)

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