Grandma's Feather Bed
(Jim Connor)
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
'n' homemade butter on the bread.
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
Was her great big feather bed.
Chorus
It was nine feet tall, 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
'till the cobwebs filled my head,
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the mornin'
In the middle of the old feather bed.
Well, I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too,
I been fishing with my uncle, I rassled with my cousin,
I even kissed Aunt Lou ooo!
But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road
For Grandma's feather bed.
Filename[ FEATHBED
Copyright 1973 Cherry River Music Co.
Recorded by John Denver
TN
Apr98
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