Lyrics:

When I was a little bitty boy just up offa the floorWe used to go down to grandma''s house every month end or soWe''d have chicken pie, country ham, homemade butter on the breadBut the best darn thing about grandma''s houseWas the great big feather bedCHORUS:It was nine feet high and six feet wide and soft as a downy chickIt was made from the feathers of fourty ''leven geese took a whole bolt of cloth for the tickI could hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from theshedWe 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 chewPa 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 till the cobwebs filled my headNext thing I''d know I''d wake up in the morning in the middle of the oldfeather bed.CHORUSWell, I love my ma, I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa tooI''ve been fishin'' with my uncles, wrestled with my cousins,I even kissed Aunt Lou (oo!)But if I ever had to make a choice I guess it oughta be saidI trade them all plus the gal down the road for that great big feather bedYes I trade them all plus the gal down the road (mumble: ''well maybe not thegal down the road'')CHORUS