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| When I was a | little bitty boy | just up off-a | floor |
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| We used to go down to | Grandma's house | every month | end or |
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| so |
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| We'd chicken pie and | country ham n' | homemade butter on the |
| bread |
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| But the | best darn thing about | Grandma's house was her | great |
| big feather |
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| bed. It was |
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| Chorus: | nine feet tall and six feet wide | 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 n' four hound dogs and a | piggy we stole |
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| from the | shed |
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| We didn't get much sleep but we | had a lot of fun on | Grandma's |
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| feather | bed |
| After supper we'd sit around the fire the old floks'd spit and chew |
| Pa would talk about the farm and the war and Granny'd sing a ballad or |
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| I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head |
| Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the mornin' in the middle of the old |
| feather bed. It |
| was |
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| for one bar, | for a bar, and | for a bar, then: |
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| Well I love my Ma, I | love my Pa, I love | Granny and Grandpa |
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| too |
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| I been | fishin' with my uncle, I | rassled with my cousins |
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| I | even kissed | Aunt | Lou |
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| But if I ever had | to make a choice, I | guess it ought to be |
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| That I'd | trade em all plus the | gal down the road |
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| For | Grandma's feather | bed |
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| I'd trade em all plus the | gal down the road..... |
| It was |
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