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Little Log Hut In The Lane

Key: A

Introduction:

difficulty
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             A                                                                                    D                                            A  
          Mamma says, she don't want me, because I'm getting old,
                                                                                                                     E  
          fears that I might freeze to death the weather is so cold.
          A                                                    D                              A  
          If I live tonight I think I will try,
                                                                                                                  E                                 A  
          when the moon goes down tonight I'm a gonna say goodbye.
             A                                                                                                                         E  
I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
             A                                 D                            A                                              E                 A  
I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.
             A                                                                         D                                 A  
          Now I'm old and feeble and I cannot see my way,
                                                                                                     E  
          Mamma says, I'm old and gray and only in the way.
                        A                                                                                    D                                      A  
          I'm leaving the little log hut, the place I love to dwell.
                                                                                                                             E                                 A  
          when the stars shine bright tonight I'm a gonna bid farewell.
             A                                                                                                                         E  
I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
             A                                 D                            A                                              E                 A  
I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.
             A                                                                                                                         E  
I'm goin from the cotton fields, I'm goin from the cane,
             A                                 D                            A                                              E                 A  
I'm goin from that little log hut that stands down in the lane.