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Grandma's Feather Bed (Denver)

When I was a little bitty boy just up offa the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We had country ham, chicken pie, homemade butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about grandma's house
Was the great big feather bed

It was nine feet high and six feet wide and soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of fourty 'leven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
I could 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 till 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.

Well, I love my ma, I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too
I'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 said
I trade them all plus the gal down the road for that great big feather bed.