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GWhen I was a little Cbitty boy GJust up off the floor,D We Gused to go down to CGrandma's house GEvery month Dend or Gso We'd have Gchicken pie, Ccountry ham GHome-made butter Don the bread But the Gbest damn thing about CGrandma'a house Was the Dgreat big feather bedG
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It was Gnine feet high, Csix feet wide GSoft as a downy chick GIt was mad of the feathers of Cfour-eleven geese GAnd a while roll of clothe for the tick It could Ghold eight kids, Cfour hound dogs And the Gpiggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!) GDidn't get much sleep but we Chad alot of fun In DGrandma's feather Gbed
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 Chorus 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) Chorus X2