Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed When the weather was whizzing cold When wind was whistling 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 leaving'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 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 kinfolks come 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 knowed darn well when night come I was headed 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 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 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 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