D G
When I was a little bitty boy
D A
Just up off the floor,
D G
We used to go down to Grandma's house
A D
Every month end or so
D G
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
D A
Home-made butter on the bread
D G
But the best damn thing about Grandma'a house
A D
Was the great big feather bed
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D
It was nine feet high, six feet wide
G D
Soft as a downy chick
It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese
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And a while roll of clothe for the tick
D
It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs
G D
And the piggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!)
G
Didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun
A D
In Grandma's feather bed
D G
After supper we'd sit around the fire
D A
The old folks spit and chew
D G
Pa would talk about the farm and the war
A D
And Grandma'd sing a ballad or two
G
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
D A
Till the cobwebs filled my head
D G
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the mornin'
A D
In the middle of the old feather bed
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D G
Well, I love my ma, I love my pa
D A
I love Granny and Grandpa too
D G
Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin
A D
And I even kissed aunt Sue (ew!)
G
But if I ever had to make a choice
D A
I think it oughta be said
D G
That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road
A D
For Grandma's feather bed
(Well, maybe not the gal down the road)
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