My Old Log Cabin 1913

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 24 March 2011
2011

I just received a letter
from my home in Tennessee
they're asking just what ails me,
or what can the trouble be;
They haven't heard a single word
from me since oh, so long,
and naturally the folks are worried,
thinking something's wrong.
That's why I don't care to roam;
and I'm going right back home.

I'm going back, back, back
to my old log cabin home,
where there are no white lights,
and champagne isn't known;
where there are no chickens
'cept the ones that eat real corn,
seems that I've fed chickens
since the day that I was born,
and when I get back home
I surely will feel gay,
I've anxiously been waiting
for this happy, happy day,
there's no use for me to talk,
I'll go if I have to walk,
'Cause I surely love
my old log cabin home.

I'm going back, back, back
to my old log cabin home,
where there are no white lights,
and champagne isn't known;
where there are no chickens
'cept the ones that eat real corn,
seems that I've fed chickens
since the day that I was born,
and when I get back home
I surely will feel gay,
I've anxiously been waiting
for this happy, happy day,
there's no use for me to talk,
I'll go if I have to walk,
'Cause I surely love
my old log cabin home.

I think I've had enough
of what some folks would call "real life"
I've had my little ups and downs
and lots of care and strife;
at home I have no worry,
troubles there all disappear,
and when I get back with the folks,
I'll never need to fear.
I know they will greet me there;
and that's just why I declare:

I'm going back, back, back
to my old log cabin home,
where there are no white lights,
and champagne isn't known;
where there are no chickens
'cept the ones that eat real corn,
seems that I've fed chickens
since the day that I was born,
and when I get back home
I surely will feel gay,
I've anxiously been waiting
for this happy, happy day,
there's no use for me to talk,
I'll go if I have to walk,
'Cause I surely love
my old log cabin home.

I'm going back, back, back
to my old log cabin home,
where there are no white lights,
and champagne isn't known;
where there are no chickens
'cept the ones that eat real corn,
seems that I've fed chickens
since the day that I was born,
and when I get back home
I surely will feel gay,
I've anxiously been waiting
for this happy, happy day,
there's no use for me to talk,
I'll go if I have to walk,
'Cause I surely love
my old log cabin home.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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My Old Log Cabin 1913
by Van & Schenck
© MCMXIII by Will Rossiter, Chicago, Illinois
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 24 March 2011 at 09.28
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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