The Cabin
July 2003
Up the old highway known as ole ‘93’
Early one morning went Laural and me
Out through the desert north of Alamo
On past the washboards called Mail Summit Road
We couldn’t wait to get there, our friends for to see
Out across the sagebrush and past the stand of trees
Over the rocky bridge and on by the ranch
Just listen for the chain saw, eating through a branch
Look it’s Buddy and Sparkey they are the first to hear
As up the drive we travel, we’ve nothing to fear
We see Tom and Donna, peeking down the road
Waving us in to their canvas abode
Oh what a day, we’re at a loss for words
As the fight goes on it’s just the hummingbirds
Up in the bushes a scurry sound is heard
It’s Cherry Creek varmints we don’t say a word
Over Cherry Creek we see the company come
With four big dogs , a real coward the last one
Then the story starts again ‘bout a cabin up the hill
Been lookin’ for 10 years now, it can’t break our will
Then we come to life and send up quiet prayers
We want to find the old log shack hidden by the years
Been looking for it high and low since ‘92
Donna, come on looks like it’s me and you.
Over the same old tracks we’ve trod in the past
This time were finding it and we’re not going back
Without a story of our great find in the rose bushes today
There it is, don’t you see it Hip Hip Hooray!!!!!!!
