Log Cabin In The Lane - Bill Monroe



I'm growing old and feeble and I can't work on more

My rusty bladed hoe I've laid to rest

My mama and my papa they are sleeping side by side

And their spirits now are roaming with the blessed



Oh, the chimney's falling down and the roof is all caved in

Letting in the sunshine and the rain

And the only friend I've got now is that good old dog of mine

And that little old log cabin in the lane



Oh the paths have all grown up that led around the hill

The fences have all gone to decay

And the creeks have all dried up where we used to go to mill

And things have changed their course another way



Oh I ain't got long to stay here, what little time I've got

I want to rest content while I remain

'Til death shall call this dog and me to find a better home

Than that little old log cabin in the lane