When I was a little bitty boy
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Just up off-a floor
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We used to go down to Grandma's house
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Every month end or so
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We had chicken pie and country ham
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And homemade butter on the bread
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But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
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Was her great big feather bed
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It was nine feet high and six feet wide
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Soft as a downy chick
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It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese
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Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
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It'd hold eight kids, four hound dogs
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And a piggy we stole from the shed
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We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
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On Grandma's feather bed
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After the supper we'd sit around the fire
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The old folks'd spit and chew
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Pa would talk about the farm and the war
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And my Granny'd sing a ballad or two
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I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
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Till the cobwebs filled my head
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Next thing I knew Id wake up in the morning
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In the middle of the old feather bed
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It was nine feet high and six feet wide
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Soft as a downy chick
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It was made from the feathers of forty'leven geese
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Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
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It'd hold eight kids, four hound dogs
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And a piggy we stole from the shed
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We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
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On Grandma's feather bed
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Well I love my Ma, an' I love my Pa
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Love Granny and Grandpa too
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Been fishing with my uncle, I wrestled with my cousin
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I even kissed Aunt Lou oooh
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But if ever had to make a choice
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I guess it ought to be said
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That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road
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For Grandma's feather bed
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It was nine feet high and six feet wide
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Soft as a downy chick
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It was made from the feathers of forty'leven geese
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Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
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It'd hold eight kids, four hound dogs
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And a piggy we stole from the shed
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We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
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On Grandma's feather bed
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Grandma`s Feather Bed
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| John Denver |
