Lyrics:

Now I'm Getting Old And Feeble And I Cannot Work No More
that Rusty Bladed Hoe I've Laid To Rest
old Masters And Old Mistress They Are Sleeping Side By Side
their Spirits Now Are Roaming With The Blest

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

with 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 The Footstrikes Is Growed Up That Led Us 'round The Hill
the Fences All Gone To Decay
the Pond It Got Dried Up Where We Once Did Go To Mill
they Got Turned Of Course In Other Way

i Ain't Got Long To Stay Here But 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

with 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