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 had chicken pie and country ham

And homemade butter on the bread

But the best darn thing about Grandma's house

Was her great big feather bed



It was nine feet high 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, 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 the supper we'd sit around the fire

The old folks'd spit and chew

Pa would talk about the farm and the war

And my 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 knew Id wake up in the morning

In the middle of the old feather bed



It was nine feet high 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, 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, an' I love my Pa

Love Granny and Grandpa too

Been fishing with my uncle, I wrestled with my cousin

I even kissed Aunt Lou oooh

But if ever had to make a choice

I guess it ought to be said

That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road

For Grandma's feather bed



It was nine feet high 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