Cabin
I got a friend who built a cabin
That got too cold in the winter
And got too hot in the summer
He was proud all the same
Because he built the thing
Though he couldn't really stay
Unless it was the spring
A little cabin in the woods
I got a friend who wrote a book
While busing tables in the city
And, after midnight, driving a taxi
The book didn't really sell
And she's still clearing mugs
But I think she's doing well
'Cause the book is finally done
A written book on a shelf
That got too cold in the winter
And got too hot in the summer
He was proud all the same
Because he built the thing
Though he couldn't really stay
Unless it was the spring
A little cabin in the woods
I got a friend who wrote a book
While busing tables in the city
And, after midnight, driving a taxi
The book didn't really sell
And she's still clearing mugs
But I think she's doing well
'Cause the book is finally done
A written book on a shelf
Credits
Writer(s): Nate Flaks
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