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

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Sleepin At the Foot of the Bed
by Little Jimmy Dickens

[Verse 1]
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Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed when the weather was a whizzin’ cold ?
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When the wind was a whistlin’ around the house and the moon was yellow as gold.
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You give your good warm mattress up to Lizzy and Uncle Fred
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…Too many kin folks on a bad night so you went to the foot of the bed.

[Verse 2]
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 I could always wait till the old folks et’ and eat the leavins’ with grace
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The teacher could keep me after school I’d still have a smile on my face
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I could wear the big boys worn out clothes or let sister have my plate
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But it always did get my nanny goat to sleep at the foot of the bed.

[Verse 3]
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It was fine enough when the kin folks come, and the kids brought brand new games
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You could see how fat all the old folks was,  and learn all the baby’s names,
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Have biscuits and custard and chicken pie,  We all got Sunday fed,
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But I knew darn well when night time come, I was headed for the foot of the bed.

[Verse 4]
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They say some folks don’t know what it is, havin’ company all over the place,
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To wrap up in a cover on a winter night with a big foot sittin’ in your face
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Or cold toenails scratchin’ your back and the footboard scrubbin’ your head.
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I’ll tell the world you ain’t lost a thing never sleepin’ at the foot of the bed.

[Verse 5]
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 I’ve done it over and over again in this land of the brave and the free,
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And in this all fired battle of life it’s left it’s mark on me,
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For I’ve always struggled around at the foot  in - stead  of forgin’ ahead,
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And I don’t think it’s caused from a doggoned thing but sleepin’ at the foot of the bed.