As a youngster, when we went to visit for a night or two, there weren’t always enough beds for us children. In that case the woman of the house made us a pallet on the floor. It consisted usually of an old quilt laid on the floor for cushion, a pillow for our head, and a light or heavy blanket for warmth, depending on whether it was summer or winter. I thought nothing of it.
Doc Watson died recently, and this song always reminded me of the matron of the house saying to Tommy and I, “Boys, we’ll make you a pallet on the floor. Sleep tight & don’t let the bed begs bite.” Doc Watson – Make Me a Pallet On Your Floor
Wayfaring Stranger: garland dale