There's a log on a cabin and a cabin on a hill
My grandma was the real deal
She'd wake up alone and cook us all a meal
With the log on the cabin and the cabin on the hill
She liked her coffee black and her whiskey dry
She played cards with the family late into the night
And every time she lost she tried to pick a fight
And there's a log on the cabin and the cabin's in the night
When granddad died we moved her to a home
She'd sneak out at night and walk to the convenience store
Buy a fifth of wine and open up the window
Dream about the log on the cabin and the cabin on the hill
Now that they're both gone I visit them
When there's a fog on the pond and a whistle in the wind
Now that they're both gone I visit them
When there's a fog on the pond and a whistle in the wind
