Thought I’d share the lyrics of the song I wrote about George"s campground…
The Cabin Song
We started on that cabin with just piles of planks & logs
Stripping bark from new-cut pine in the early morning fog
Chinking walls and cutting notches all with loving care by hand
And the old dog watched us closely as he lay there in the sand
When the work was done we all sat down to a celebration feast
Some sat out on the front porch that faced off toward the East
Some sat in at the table, covered with a gingham clothe
Next to the big bay window that faced off toward the South
Oh that little old log cabin in the woods I love so well
I haven’t been up there to see it now for quite a spell
and I wonder if the old gang still meets there each FRiday night
Singing all the old songs right up 'til the morning light
Well I never missed a weekend at the cabin the year around
I was drawn to those good people and that down home bluegrass sound
Then I joined a band and travelled away & ain’t been there in years
Now I’m headed back, my eyes are filled with joyful tears
For that little old log cabin in the woods I love so well
I haven’t been up there to see it now for quite a spell
and I’m hoping that the old gang still meets there each FRiday night
Singing all the old songs right up 'til the morning light