Here is another "old and in the way" called THE LITTLE LOG HUT IN THE LANE by the Carters.

Mama says she don't want me because I'm getting old.
Scared that I might freeze to death, the weather is so cold.
If I live tonight, I think that I might try.
When the moon comes out tonight, I’m going to say goodbye.

CHORUS: I'm going' from the cotton fields.
I'm going' from the cane.
I'm going' from that little log hut
That stands down in the lane.

Now I'm old and feeble and I cannot find my way.
Mama says I'm getting old and gray and only in the way.
I'm leaving the little log hut, the place I love to dwell.
When the stars come out tonight, I'm going to bid farewell.