(Fiddle) 
Now I���m getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more, That rusty bladed hoe I���ve laid to rest, Old massa an’ old misses are sleepin’ side by side, Their spirits now are roaming with the blest; 
Things have changed about the place and the darkies they have gone, You���ll never hear them singin��� in the cane, But the only one friend that���s left here is this good ole dog of mine, And the little old log cabin in the lane. 
CHORUS:
 The chimney’s falling down, and the roof���s all cavin’ in, Letting in the sunshine and the rain, But the angels watches over me when I lay down to sleep, In my little old log cabin in the lane. 
(Fiddle) 
Now the footpaths have growed up that led us ���round the hill The fences have all gone to decay, And the creeks have all dried up where we used to go to mill And things have changed their course another way. 
Now I ain���t got long to stay here, and what little time I got, I’ll try and rest contented while (I) remain Till death shall call this dog an’ me to find a better home Then little old log cabin in de lane. 
CHORUS: De chimney’s falling down, and de roof���s all cavin’ in, Letting in the sunshine and the rain, But the angels watches over me when I lay down to sleep, In my little old log cabin in the lane. 
(Fiddle) 
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