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CWhen I was a little Fbitty boy CJust up off the floor,G We Cused to go down to FGrandma's house GEvery month end or sCo We'd have Cchicken pie, Fcountry ham CHome-made butter Gon the bread But the Cbest damn thing about FGrandma'a house Was the Ggreat big feather bedC
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It was Cnine feet high, six feet wide FSoft as a downy chickC
It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese
D7And a while roll of clothe for the G7tick It could Chold eight kids, four hound dogs And the Fpiggy that we stole form the sChed (oink, oink!) Didn't get much sleep but weF had alot of fun In GGrandma's feather Cbed
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