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| When I was a little | bitty boy |
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| Just up off the 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'd have | chicken pie, | country ham |
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| Home-made butter | on the bread |
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| But the | best damn thing about | Grandma'a house |
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| Was the | great big feather bed |
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| It was | nine feet high, | six feet wide |
| G | |
| Soft as a downy chick |
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| It was mad of the feathers of | four-eleven geese |
| G | |
| And a while roll of clothe for the tick |
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| It could | hold eight kids, | four hound dogs |
| G | |
| And the | piggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!) |
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| Didn't get much sleep but we | had alot of fun |
| D | G | |
| In | Grandma's feather | bed |
| After supper we'd sit around the fire |
| The old folks spit and chew |
| Pa would talk about the farm in the war |
| And Grandma'd sing a ballad or two |
| I'd sit and listen and watch the fire |
| Till the cobwebs filled my head |
| Nest thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morn' |
| In the middle of the old feather bed |
| Chorus |
| Well, I love my ma, I love my pa |
| I love Granny and Granpa too |
| Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin |
| And I even kissed aunt Sue (foo!) |
| But if I ever had to make a choice |
| I think it oughta be said |
| That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road |
| For Grandma's feather bed |
| (Well, maybe not the gal down the road) |
| Chorus X2 |
think the chords are a bit off
in the chorus