Cabin In The Woods - Canaan Smith

There’s a little spot down there in the holler

My granddaddy bought with some hay field dollars

Twelve hundred square feet, a-frame sittin' 'tween the trees

Yeah, and I got the keys on a Labor Day weekend

Under twenty-one doesn’t mean we wasn’t drinkin'

We were having a ball

At that old cabin in the woods sitting down by the river

On a September night, I’ll always remember

We were sippin' round the fire singing old John Denver

Life was feeling good

At that old cabin in the woods

We were young, beer was cold

At that old cabin in the woods

She was back home on another summer break

The break we were on, was gone in a day

And we loaded up the Chevrolet

And we made a little getaway

At that old cabin in the woods sitting down by the river

On a hot summer night, I’ll always remember

We were playing with fire every time I kissed her

Love was feeling good

At that old cabin in the woods

We were young, the wine was old

That old cabin in the woods

Oh, and I’m here, hearing that tin roof sing a little rain song

Thinking 'bout the days gone

At that old cabin in the woods sitting down by the river

All the crazy nights I’ll always remember

Still picking round the fire, singing for my dinner

And feeling so damn good

That old cabin in the woods

We were young, the beer was cold

That old cabin in the woods

Cabin in the woods

Cabin in the woods