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Say it ain't so, Geo! I just have to try once more to bring this song to the forefront of somebody's mind - if nobody knows it this time tomorrow I'll give up.

When I was a little bitty boy

Just up off-a the floor

We used to go down to Grandma's house

Every month end or so

We had chicken pie and country ham

And homemade butter on the bread

But the best darn thing about Grandma's house

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Say it ain't so, Geo! I just have to try once more to bring this song to the forefront of somebody's mind - if nobody knows it this time tomorrow I'll give up.

When I was a little bitty boy

Just up off-a the floor

We used to go down to Grandma's house

Every month end or so

We had chicken pie and country ham

And homemade butter on the bread

But the best darn thing about Grandma's house

Curiosity got the best of me so I googled.

I had never heard this song before.

I must say, though, after hearing it on youtube, I do agree it's a good tune.

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Grandma's Featherbed by John Denver

When I was a little bitty boy

Just up off-a the floor

We used to go down to Grandma's house

Every month end or so

We had chicken pie and country ham

And homemade butter on the bread

But the best darn thing about Grandma's house

Was her great big feather bed

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

Soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

It'd hold eight kids, 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 the 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 knew Id wake up in the morning

In the middle of the old feather bed

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

Soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

It'd hold eight kids, 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

Well I love my Ma, an' I love my Pa

Love Granny and Grandpa too

Been fishing with my uncle, I wrestled with my cousin

I even kissed Aunt Lou phew!

But if ever had to make a choice

I guess it ought to be said

That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road

For Grandma's feather bed

Yes I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road

**(whispered section)**

For Grandma's feather bed

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

Soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

It'd hold eight kids, 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

We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

On Grandma's feather bed

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well I'll add some more lines then and it always has been one of my favorites.

In the chilly hours and minutes,

Of uncertainty, I want to be,

In the warm hold of your loving mind.

.....

When sundown pales the sky,

I wanna hide a while, behind your smile,

And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

edited due to fat finger syndrome

Edited by bulwinkl
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