Sleepin' at the Foot of the Bed
(Little Jimmy Dickens, Wilson - L. Patrick)
Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed
When the weather was a-whizzin' cold
When the 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
So you went to the foot of the bed.
I could always wait til the old folks "et"
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 boys' wornout clothes
And let sister have my sled
But it always did get my nanny-goat
To sleep at the foot of the bed.
Was fine enough when the kinfolks come
And the kids brought brand new games
You see how fat all the old folks wuz
And learn all the babies' names
Had biscuits and custard and chicken pie
We all got Sunday fed
But I knowed durn well when my time come
I would head for the foot of the bed.
They say some folks don't know what it is
Havin' comp'ny all over the place
To wrap up a cover on a winter night
With a big foot settin' in your face
Or cold toenails a-scratchin' your back
And the foot-board scrubbin' your head
I'll tell the world you ain't lost a thing
Never 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-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.