A-Sleepin' At The Foot Of The Bed

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 Lizzy and uncle Fred
 Too many kinfolks on a bad night so you went to the foot of the bed
 I could always wait 'til 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
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 It was fine enough when the kinfolks come
 And the kids brought brand new games
 Well, 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 damn well when night time 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 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
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 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 sleepin' at the foot of the bed