Bill Monroe

Log Cabin in the Lane
I'm growing old and feeble and I can't work on moreMy rusty bladed hoe I've laid to restMy mama and my papa they are sleeping side by sideAnd their spirits now are roaming with the blessedOh, the chimney's falling down and the roof is all caved inLetting in the sunshine and the rainAnd the only friend I've got now is that good old dog of mineAnd that little old log cabin in the laneOh the paths have all grown up that led around the hillThe fences have all gone to decayAnd the creeks have all dried up where we used to go to millAnd things have changed their course another wayOh I ain't got long to stay here, what little time I've gotI want to rest content while I remain'Til death shall call this dog and me to find a better homeThan that little old log cabin in the lane Aus Songtexte Mania