Oh, I’m getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more My rusty bladed hoe I’ve laid to rest And my mama and my papa they are sleeping side by side While their spirits now are roaming with the blessed 
Chorus Oh, the chimney’s falling down, and the roof is tumbling 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 
There was a happy time to me, ’twas many years ago My friends all used to gather ’round the door When they used to sing and dance at night, I played that old banjo But alas I cannot play it any more 
Well the footpath now is covered o’er, that led us ’round the hill The fences have all gone to decay The creeks they have dried up where we used to go to mill And things have changed their course another way 
Well I ain’t got long to stay here, and what little time I’ve got I’ll try to rest content while I remain Till death shall call this dog and me to find a better home Than the little old log cabin in the lane 
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