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DWhen I was a little Gbitty boy DJust up off the floor,A We Dused to go down to GGrandma's house AEvery month end or sDo We'd have Dchicken pie, Gcountry ham DHome-made butter Aon the bread But the Dbest damn thing about GGrandma'a house Was the Agreat big feather bedD
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It was Dnine feet high, six feet wide GSoft as a downy chickD
It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese
E7And a while roll of clothe for the A7tick It could Dhold eight kids, four hound dogs And the Gpiggy that we stole form the sDhed (oink, oink!) Didn't get much sleep but weG had alot of fun In AGrandma's feather Dbed
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