My Old Wooden Shack

C G C People I know stopped to say F C G Hello, and I hope that someday F C Am That we'll get electric lights and plumbing put in, C G C But I'm too old to be changin' my ways. C G C Now, we never needed anything more F C G Than this shack with its weather-beaten door; F C Am Though we may want the things that catalogues can bring, C G C Empty wishes leave a wanting man sore. C G C Oh, the light from that old oil lamp F C G Lights a way down the well-beaten path; F C Am And as memories come back from eighty years or more, C G C Goin' to die in my old wooden shack. C G C Got a horse when I was thirty years old, F C G And the horse lived for thirty years more; F C Am When the lovely thing died, I hid and I cried, C G C Where it's buried now grows a rose. C G C With the wood that we hauled off those hills F C G And traded for cash at the mills, F C Am Well, we bought all our needs and the animal feeds, C G C But there's wood left standing there still. C G C Oh, the light from that old oil lamp F C G Lights a way down the well-beaten path; F C Am And as memories come back from eighty years or more, C G C Goin' to die in my old wooden shack. C G C I plowed this here garden by force, F C G With the will and a mighty strong horse; F C Am Though it took a long time to replace rock with lime, C G C For the hardships, I'm none the worse. C G C A man belongs where he lives, F C G He's a part of the soil and the trees; F C Am And when his life's done, and his life's end has come, C G C Take a man to rest in his peace. C G C Oh, the light from that old oil lamp F C G Lights a way down the well-beaten path; F C Am And as memories come back from eighty years or more, C G C Goin' to die in my old wooden shack. F C Am And as memories come back from eighty years or more, C G C Goin' to die in my old wooden shack.