There's a little spot down there in the holler My granddaddy bought with some hay field dollars Twelve hundred square feet, a-frame sittin' 'tween the trees Yeah, and I got the keys on a Labor Day weekend Under twenty-one doesn't mean we wasn't drinkin' We were having a ball
At that old cabin in the woods sitting down by the river On a September night, I'll always remember We were sippin' round the fire singing old John Denver Life was feeling good At that old cabin in the woods We were young, beer was cold At that old cabin in the woods
She was back home on another summer break The break we were on, was gone in a day And we loaded up the Chevrolet And we made a little getaway
At that old cabin in the woods sitting down by the river On a hot summer night, I'll always remember We were playing with fire every time I kissed her Love was feeling good At that old cabin in the woods We were young, the wine was old That old cabin in the woods
Oh, and I'm here, hearing that tin roof sing a little rain song Thinking 'bout the days gone
At that old cabin in the woods sitting down by the river All the crazy nights I'll always remember Still picking round the fire, singing for my dinner And feeling so damn good That old cabin in the woods We were young, the beer was cold That old cabin in the woods Cabin in the woods Cabin in the woodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
