The Little Log Hut In The Lane - The Carter Family

Mama says she don’t want me

Because I’m getting old

Scared that I might freeze to death

The weather is so cold

If I live till night

I think I will try

When the moon goes down tonight

I’m going to say goodbye

I’m going from the cotton field

I’m going from the cane

I’m going from that little log hut

That stands down in the lane

Now I’m old and feeble

And I cannot see my way

Mama says I’m old and gray

And only in the way

I’m leaving the little log hut

The place I love to dwell

When the stars shine bright tonight