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                                               Grandma's feather bed

       When I was a little batty boy just up of the floor 
       We used to go out to Grandma's house, 
       Ev'ry mountain or so 
       We'd chicken pie, country ham, 
       Home made butter on the bread 
       But the best darn thing about the Grandma's house 
       Was her great big feather bed 

       * It was nine feet high, 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 holds eight kids four hound dogs, 
       And the piggy we stole from the shed 
       We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun 
       On the grandma's feather bed 

       After supper we sit around the fire, 
       The old folk spit and chew 
       Pa would talk about the farm and the war 
       And Granny'd sing a ballad or two 
       And I'd sit and listened and watch the fire 
       'Till the cobwebs fill my head 
       Next thing I know I'd wake up in the morning 
       In the middle of the old feather bed [repeat *] 

       Well, I love my ma, I love my pa, 
       I love Granny and Grand Pa too 
       I've been fishing with my uncle, 
       I rustled with my cousin I even kiss ant loo, ooh! 
       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 the Grandma's feather bed [repeat *]