Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed When the weather was whizzin cold When wind was whistlin around the house And the moon was yeller as gold? You give your good warm mattress up To Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Fred Too many kinfolks on a bad night And you went to the foot of the bed I could always wait till the old folks Ate and eat the leavens with grace The teacher could keep me after school Id still have a smile on my face I could wear the big boys wornout clothes Or let sister have my sled But it always did get my nanny goat To sleep at the foot of the bed It was fine enough when kinfolks come And the kid brought brand new games You could see how fat all the old folks Was and learn all the babies names Had biscuits and custard and chicken pie We all got Sunday fed But I know darn well when my time come I was headed for the foot of the bed They say some folks dont know what it is Havin company all over the place To rassle for cover on a winter night With a big foot settin in your face Or cold toenails a scratchin your back And the footboard scrubbin your head Ill tell the world you aint lost a thing Never sleepin at the foot of the bed Ive done it over and over again In this land of the brave and the free And in this all fired battle of life Its left its mark on me For Im always a strugglin around At the foot instead of forgin ahead And I dont think its caused from a doggone thing But sleepin at the foot of the bedYou might also like
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