Grandmas Feather Bed by John Denver G C When I was a little bitty boy G D Just up off the floor, G C We used to go down to Grandma's house G D G Every month end or so G C We'd have chicken pie, country ham G D Home-made butter on the bread G C But the best damn thing about Grandma'a house D G Was the great big feather bed Chorus G C It was nine feet high, six feet wide G Soft as a downy chick G C It was mad of the feathers of four-eleven geese G And a while roll of clothe for the tick G C It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs G And the piggy that we stole form the shed (oink, oink!) G C 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 www.TAB6.com