A-Sleeping At The Foot Of The Bed -"Little" Jimmy Dickens

Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed

When the weather was a whizzin' cold

When the wind was a whistlin' round

The house and the moon was yellow as gold

You give your good one 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 till the old folks

Had an eating believings 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 I'd 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 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'd know darn well when nighttime 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 a cold toenail just a scratching your back

And the foot boards grabbing 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 awful battle of life

It's left it's 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 dog

Gone thing but a sleepin' at the foot of the bed