LOG CABIN BLUES
Sitting in the old log cabin, shining my shoes
Have no place to wear them got the log cabin blues
Don't know how I'll get through this winter
      Not a thing in the world to do
Stranded in Mio Michigan with the log cabin blues.

Winter's coming early this year, grounds all white snow
Sitting in the old log cabin and forty eight below,
And every time I go outside, my hands and feet turn blue
So I stay by the fire side with the log cabin blues.

Chewing on some stringy old venison or some greasy old bear
Not much change in the menu, except once in a while a hare,
And things get rather smelly in these sewed up underware
Wish that I were someplace else, but I just can't think of where.

In about six months from now, we can go outside,
Then the sand fleas and the black flies will eat our dog gone hide,
Then we'll long for some more winter when these creatures will be
    gone.
So we can set by the fireside and sing this lonesome song.

Sitting in the old log cabin, shining my shoes
Have no place to wear them got the log cabin blues
Don't know how I'll get through this winter
    Not a thing in the world to do
Stranded in Mio Michigan with the log cabin blues.

Cap't Bob