Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed When the weather was a-whizzin' cold When the wind was a 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 'til the old folks Ate and eat the leavens 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 Or let sister have my sled But it always did get my nanny goat To sleep at the foot of the bed It 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 know darn well when nighttime come I was headed for the foot of the bed They say some folks don't know what it is Havin' company all over the place To rassle for cover on a winter night With a big foot settin' in your face Or a cold toenail a-scratchin' your back And the footboard 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' 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