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Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
LOG CABIN IN THE LANE
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LOG CABIN IN THE LANE,
Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
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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
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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
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