Little Log Hut In The Lane

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    Mamma says, she don't want me, because I'm getting old,
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    fears that I might freeze to death the weather is so cold.
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    If I live tonight I think I will try,
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    when the moon goes down tonight I'm a gonna say goodbye.

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I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
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I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.

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    Now I'm old and feeble and I cannot see my way,
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    Mamma says, I'm old and gray and only in the way.
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    I'm leaving the little log hut, the place I love to dwell.
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    when the stars shine bright tonight I'm a gonna bid farewell.

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I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
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I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.

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I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
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I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.