Little Old Log Cabin In The Lane (Banjo, Fiddle, And Guitar)
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 8 ต.ค. 2024
- I first heard this tune from Jim and Jesse. It was composed by William S. Hays in 1871. It’s been recorded by Fiddlin’ John Carson, Riley pucket, and many others. I just recorded myself playing the instruments/singing then spliced all the tracks together. #oldtimefiddle
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This is awesome!
Thank you so much. All the best to you. I hope you have a great week and year ahead of you!
@@OrourkebanjoThank you friend! Same to you!
Sounds so great!
Thanks dude. I heard this one from Jim and Jesse and couldn’t get it out of my head. So I felt like recording it! Hope you have a great week!
Still following you after doing archive work some years back. Very nice. Live show when?
I’m glad to see you around! I hope you’re doing well. I’m in an Irish band called paddy O’furniture so that’s my main band at the moment. I’m taking off the entire week of st Patricks day at work. I’ll have multiple gigs a day. For the first time in my life I’m achieving some very very modest success with music. These recordings are more a labor of love. All the best to you and yours!
Lyrics :
I am looking rather seedy now
While hohding down my claim
And the mice play shyly round me as I nestle down to rest
In the little old sod shanty on my claim
The hinges are of leaher and the windows have no glass
While the board roof letsthe howling bizzard in
And I hear the hungry coyote as he slinks up through the grass
Round the little old sod shanty on my claim
Yet, I rather like the novelty of living in this way
Though my bill of fare is always rather tame
But I'm happy as a clam on the land of Uncle Sam
In the little old sod shanty on my claim
* Refrain
But when I left my Easten home, a bachelor so gay
To try and win my way to wealth and fame
I little thought I'd come down to burning twisted hay
In the little old sod shanty on my claim
* Refrain
My clothes are plastered o'er with dough I'm looking like a fright
And everything is scattered round the room
But I wouldn't give the freedom that I have out in the West
For the table of the Eastern man's old home
* Refrain
Still, I wish that some kind-hearted girl would pity on me take
And relieve me from the mess that I am in
The angel, how I'd bless her if this her home she'd make
In the little old sod shanty on my claim
* Refrain
And if fate should bless us with now and then an heir
To cheer our hearts with honest pride of fame
Oh, then we'd be contented for the toil that we had spent
In the little old sod shanty on our claim
* Refrain
When time enough had lapsed and all those little brats
To noble man and womanhood had grown
It wouldn't seem half so lonely as round us we should look
And we'd see the old sod shanty on our claim
* Refrain
Is this an older version of the song?