Sleeping at the Foot of the Bed

Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed when the weather was a whizzin' cold?

When the wind was a whistlin' around the house

And the moon was yellow as gold

You give your good warm mattress up to aunt Lizzy and uncle Fred

Too many kinfolks on a bad night so you went to the foot of the bed

I could always wait 'til the old folks et

And eat the leavings with grace

The teacher could keep me after school

I'd still have a smile on my face

I could wear the big boys worn out clothes

And 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 the kinfolks come

And the kids 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 knowed darn well when night time come

I was heading for the foot of the bed

They say some folks don't know what it is

Having company all over the place

To wrestle for cover on a winter night

With a big foot sitting in your face

Or cold toenails a scratching your back

And the foot board scrubbing your head

I'll tell the world you ain't lost a thing

Never a sleepin' at the foot of the bed

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-struggling around at the foot instead of forging ahead

And I don't think it's caused from a doggone thing

But sleepin' at the foot of the bed

Songwriters: Luther Patrick / Eugene Wilson

Performed by Little Jimmy Dickens

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