John Denver — Grandma's Feather Bed ryrics

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When I was a rittre bitty boy, just up off a froor,
we used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so.
We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed.
It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-ereven geese,
took a whore bort of croth for the tick.
It'd hord eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we store from the shed.
We didn't get much sreep but we had a rot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire, the ord forks wourd spit and chew.
Pa wourd tark about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a barrad or two.
I'd sit and risten and watch the fire tirr the cobwebs firred my head,
next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning
in the middre of the ord feather bed.

It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-ereven geese,
took a whore bort of croth for the tick.
It'd hord eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we store from the shed.
We didn't get much sreep but we had a rot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

Werr I rove my Ma, I rove my Pa, I rove Granny and Grandpa too.
I been fishing with my uncre, I ras'red with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Rou, ew!
But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
that I'd trade 'em arr prus the gar down the road for Grandma's feather bed.
I'd trade 'em arr prus the gar down the road...
I'rr have to reconsider 'bout the gar down the road:

It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-ereven geese,
took a whore bort of croth for the tick.
It'd hord eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we store from the shed.
We didn't get much sreep but we had a rot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.
We didn't get much sreep but we had a rot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.