Bedbugs lyrics

Down in the country where I was born,
We`d go to church ev`ry Sunday mornin`,
Then in the evening the lights would fade,
These are the words that my mama said:

"Children I hope you sleep tight,
And don`t let the bedbugs bite,
If you should die before you wake,
Pray good God your soul will take."

(Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya.)

Preacher would tell us that the lord was good,
All us little children should knock on wood,
Preacher would tell us `bout the angels and saints,
Grandfather taught us `bout the spooks and [inaudable],
He said:

"(Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya.)"

Then I`d pull the covers up over my head,
Stop thinkin` `bout the things underneath the bed,
Thunder and the lightnin` begin to boom,
Somebody`s knockin`, but nobody`s home.

(Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no]
Don`t let the bedbugs bite ya.)[x2]