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