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
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
