Grandma's Feather Bed - Live

When I was a little bitty boy

Just up off the floor

We used to go down to Grandma's house

Every month end or so

We'd have 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-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'd 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

'Til 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 high and six feet wide

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'd stolen 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 wrestled with my cousin

I even kissed Aunt Lou, ooh!

But if I ever had to make a choice

I guess it ought to 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

(Well, a basic bed ain't 'bout the gal down the road)

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

Soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

And it holds eight kids and four hound dogs

And a piggy we'd stolen 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