When A Man Gits On His Uppers In A Hard-Pan Sort Of Town, An' He Ain'T Got Nothin' Comin', An' He Can't Afford Ter Eat, An' He's In A Fix Fer Lodgin', An' He Wanders Up An' Down, An' You'd Fancy he'd Been Boozin', He's So Locoed 'Bout The Feet; When He's Feelin' Sneakin' Sorry, An' His Belt Is Hangin' Slack, An' His Face Is Peaked An' Grey-Like, An' His Heart Gits Down An' Whines, Then He's Apt Ter Git A-Thinkin' An' A-Wishin' He Was Back In The Little Ol' Log Cabin In The Shadder Of The Pines. When He's On The Blazin' Desert, An' His Canteen'S Sprung A Leak, An' He's All Alone An' Crazy, An' He's Crawlin' Like A Snail, An' His Tongue'S So Black An' Swollen That It Hurts Him Fer To Speak, An' He Gouges Down Fer Water, An' The Raven'S On His Trail; When He's Done With Care And Cursin', An' He Feels More Like To Cry, An' He Sees Ol' Death A-Grinnin', An' He Thinks Upon His Crimes, Then He's Like Ter Hev' A Vision, As He Settles Down Ter Die, Of The Little Ol' Log Cabin An' The Roses An' The Vines. Oh, The Little Ol' Log Cabin, It's A Solemn Shinin' Mark When A Feller Gits Ter Sinnin', An' A-Goin' Ter The Wall, An' Folks Don't Understand Him, An' He's Gropin' In The Dark, An' He's Sick Of Bein' Cursed At, An' He's Longin' Fer His Call: When The Sun Of Life'S A-Sinkin' You Can See It 'Way Above, On The Hill From Out The Shadder In A Glory 'Gin The Sky, An' Your Mother'S Voice Is Callin', An' Her Arms Are Stretched In Love, An' Somehow You're Glad You're Goin', An' You Ain'T A-Scared To Die; When You'll Be Like A Kid Again, An' Nestle To Her Breast, An' Never Leave Its Shelter, An' Forget, An' Love, An' Rest.