Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed 
 When the weather was whizzin' cold 
 When 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 
 And you went to the foot of the bed. 

 I could always wait till the old folks ate 
 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 
 Or let sister have my sled 
 But it always did get my nanny goat 
 To sleep at the foot of the bed. 

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 It was fine enough when [bad word] 
 And the kid 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 know darn well when my [bad word] 
 I was headed for the foot of the bed. 

 They say some folks don't know what it is 
 [bad word] all over the place 
 To wrestle for cover on a winter night 
 With a big foot settin' in your face. 

 Or cold toenails a scratchin' your back 
 And the footboard [bad word]  your head 
 I'll tell the world you ain't lost a thing 
 Never sleepin' at the foot of the bed. 

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 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 [bad word]  around at the foot 
 Instead of forgin' ahead 
 And I don't think it's caused from a doggone thing 
 But sleepin' at the foot of the bed...