D5                   G5
When I was a little bitty boy
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Just up off the floor,
   D5                  G5
We used to go down to Grandma's house
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Every month end or so
          D5            G5
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
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Home-made butter on the bread
        D5                     G5
But the best damn thing about Grandma'a house
        A5                    D5
Was the great big feather bed


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       D5               
It was nine feet high, six feet wide
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Soft as a downy chick
                            
It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese
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And a while roll of clothe for the tick
         D5                
It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs
        G5                             D5
And the piggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!)
                            G5
Didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun
   A5                 D5
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

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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)

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