Fiddlin' John Carson — The Little Old Log Cabin In the Lane

Now, I'm getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more My rusty bladed hoe I’ve laid to rest Ol' masters and old mistress, they are sleeping side by side Their spirits now are roaming with the blessed Things have changed about the place now and in darkness they have gone To another year and singing in the cane But the only friend that's left here is that good old dog of mine And the little old log cabin in the lane Timbers falling down and the roof all caved in Lets in the sunshine and the rain But there's angels watching over me when I lay down to sleep In my little old log cabin in the lane Now this footpath is growed up that led us 'round the hill The fence is all gone to decay The pond, it done dried up where we walked to the mill Things got turned in course another way Well, I ain't got long to stay here, what little time I've got I'll try and rest contented while remain Until death shall call this dog and me to find a better home Than our little old log cabin in the lane Timbers falling down and the roof all caved in Lets in the sunshine and the rain But there's angels watching over me when I lay down to sleep In my little old log cabin in the lane