There's an old broken lock on the old cabin door
The cracks and the holes in the old cabin floor
It's a tumble down shack how I long to go back
And to dwell in that shack ever more

Though an old broken window where the light brightly shines
It twinkles and shines through the honeysuckle vines
By the old rustic well and my sweet little Nell
And for me I know how she pines

In the parlor the fire is burning so bright
The old rocking chair is empty tonight
That tumbled down shack is a palace to me
And that's where I'm longing to be