Country Cabin-Itis

(Tom T. Hall)



I have been to New York City I have traveled there in style

It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles

I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see

What the singing of a bluebird means to me.



I got that country cabinitis in my soul

It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old

I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold

I got that country cabinitis in my soul.



Old wood burnin' stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor

Sunday preaching Monday cussin' and the girl that lives next door

I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load

Just like running barefoot down the gravel road.



I got that country cabinitis in my soul

It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old

I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold

I got that country cabinitis in my soul.



I have known myself when others never knew me much at all

Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall

I am not concerned with money I am not concerned with toys

Didn't they tell you Jesus was a country boy.



I got that country cabin itis in my soul

It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old

I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold

I got that country cabinitis in my soul.



Got that country cabinitis in my soul

It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old

I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold

I got that country cabinitis in my soul...