Treehouse

I got a house I built in the woods
It’s up in a tree and sits on hill
It ain’t much but suits me now
Never going back to town
I got a gal and she don’t mind
To live in the woods and sleep in a tree
She don’t mind my old cold feet
Ain’t never going back to town
Everyday and Sunday too
I’m gonna do just as I choose
Rabbit stew, good home brew
I ain’t never going back to town
I ain’t never going back to town