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 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 he said don t let the bedbugs bite ya 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 don t let the bedbugs bite ya don t let the bedbugs bite ya 