When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor
we used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed
It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven 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 would 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 morning
in the middle of the old feather bed
It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven 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
Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too
I been fishing with my uncle, I ras'led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew
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
I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road
I'll have to reconsider 'bout the gal down the road
It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven 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
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed