Текст песни John Denver - Grandmas Feather Bed
John Denver - Grandmas Feather Bed слова песни
This song appears on twelve albums, and was first released on the back home again album. it has been released on the greatest hits vol 2, favourites, changes, the country roads collection and roOuntain holiday albums. live versions also appear on the an evening with john denver, live in london, country classics, the very best of john denver (2 cd), the john denver collection - rocky moN high and live at the sydney opera house albums.When I was a little bitty boyJust up off-a floorWe used to go down to grandmas houseEvery monthend or soWed chicken pie and country hamn homemade butter on the breadBut the best darn thing about grandmas houseWas her great big feather bedIt was nine feet high and six feet wideSoft as a downy chickIt was made from the feathers of forty-leven geeseTook a whole bolt of cloth for the tickItd hold eight kids n four hound dogsAnd a piggy we stole from the shedWe didnt get much sleep but we had a lot of funOn grandmas feather bedAfter the supper wed sit around the fireThe old folksd spit and chewPa would talk about the farm and the warAnd my grannd sing a ballad or twoId sit and listen and watch the fireTill the cobwebs filled my headNext thing Id know Id wake up in the morningIn the middle of the old feather bedIt was nine feet high and six feet wideSoft as a downy chickIt was made from the feathers of forty-leven geeseTook a whole bolt of cloth for the tickItd hold eight kids n four hound dogsAnd a piggy we stole from the shedWe didnt get much sleep but we had a lot of funOn grandmas feather bedWell I love my ma, I love my paLove granny and grandpa tooBeen fishing with my uncle, I rassled with my cousinI even kissed aunt louBut if ever had to make a choiceI guess it ought to be saidThat Id trade them all plus the gal down the roadFor grandmas feather bedIt was nine feet high and six feet wideSoft as a downy chickIt was made from the feathers of forty-leven geeseTook a whole bolt of cloth for the tickItd hold eight kids n four hound dogsAnd a piggy we stole from the shedWe didnt get much sleep but we had a lot of funOn grandmas feather bedWords and music by jim connor