"Little Jimmie Dickens"
"Sleepin at the foot of the bed"
"Transcribe" sanoma at onewest.net
(F)Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed,
(F)When the weather was awhizzin(C)cold.
(F)When the wind was a whislen' round the house,
(F)And the moon was yellow as(G)gold.
(F)You give your warm mattress up,
(F)To Aunt Lizzie and Uncle(C)Fred.
(F)Too many kin folk on a bad night,
So you went to the foot of the(C)bed
I could always wait till the old folks ate,
And eat the leavins 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 my sister have my sled.
But I always did get my nanny goat
To sleep at the foot of the bed.
It was fine enough when the kinfolks come
And all 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
Wee all got sunday fed.
But i knowed darn well when my time come
I was headed for the foot of the bed.
They some folks don't know how it is
Wiyh company all over the place.
To wresstle for cover on a winter night
With a big foot in your face.
Her cold toenails are scratchin' your back
And the footboards scrubbin your head.
I'll tell the world they haven't lost a thing
Sleepin' at the foot of the bed
I've done it over and over again
In this land of the free
And in this all fired battle of life
It's left it's mark on me
For i'm always strugglin at the foot
Instead of forgin' ahead.
And I don't think it's caused by a doggone thing
But sleepin' at the foot of the bed