Sleeping At The Foot Of The Bed

Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed

When the weather was whizzing cold

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

And eat the leaving’s with grace

I’d still have a smile on my face

I could wear the big boys worn out clothes

Or let sister have my sled

But it always did get my nanny goat

To sleep at the foot of the bed

And the kid brought brand new games

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 come

I was headed for the foot of the bed

Having company all over the place

With a big foot setting 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 sleeping at the foot of the bed

In this land of the brave and the free

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 sleeping at the foot of the bed