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.