Cabin In The Woods

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 woods