Little Log Hut in the Lane

Mama says she don’t want me
Because I’m getting old
Scared that I might freeze to death
The weather is so cold
If I live till night
I think I will try
When the moon goes down tonight
I’m going to say goodbye
I’m going from the cotton field
I’m going from the cane
I’m going from that little log hut
That stands down in the lane
Now I’m old and feeble
And I cannot see my way
Mama says I’m old and gray
And only in the way
I’m leaving the little log hut
The place I love to dwell
When the stars shine bright tonight