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    "A-Sleepin' at the Foot of the Bed" Lyrics

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    (Happy Wilson - Luther Patrick)

    Well, did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed when the weather was whizzin' cold
    When the wind was a howlin' round the house and the moon was yeller as gold
    And you give your good warm mattress up to Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Fred
    How too many kinfolks on a bad night and you went to the foot of the bed.

    Well, I could always wait till the old folks ate and eat the leavin's with grace
    The teacher could keep me after school I'd still have a smile on my face
    I could wear the big girls' wornout clothes or let sister have my sled
    But it always did get my nanny goat to sleep at the foot of the bed.

    --- Instrumental ---

    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 always knew when nighttime come I was headed for the foot of the bed.

    Now they say some folks don't 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
    Well, I'll tell the world you ain't lost a thing never sleepin' at the foot of the bed.

    Well, I've done it over and over again in this land of the brave and the free
    And in this all fired battle of life it's left its mark on me
    For I'm always a strugglin' around at the foot instead of forgin' ahead
    And I don't think it's caused from a doggone thing
    But a sleepin' at the foot of the bed...
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Eugene Wilson, Luther Patrick.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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