Fiddlin' John Carson: Little Old Log Cabin In The Lane | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Little Old Log Cabin In The Lane» von Fiddlin' John Carson.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1923 09 (Single), 1923 06 14 (Rec.), 1871 (Werk)
Label: OKeh 4890
Songwriter Will S. Hays
Produktion: Ralph Peer
Genre: Americana - Country - Fiddling

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Erste Country Veröffentlichung (allerdings nicht die früheste Aufnahme). Der Minstrel Song verklärt den Süden und die Zeit der Sklaverei.
Flipside: «That Old Hen Cackled and The Rooster's Goin' To Crow».
Fiddlin' John Carson war Fabrikarbeiter in einer Mühle in Atlanta. Er wurde über den Radiosender WSB, Atlanta überregional berühmt, bevor Ralph Peer ihn aufnahm.
Die Geige, die Carson spielte, war eines der beiden Hauptinstrumente der «Old Time (Country) Music» neben dem Banjo. Die Geige war das «weisse» Instrument und das Banjo das «schwarze». Zusammen vereinten sie etwas, was Wurzeln in beiden Kulturen der Südstaaten hatte: «Country Music».

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Fiddlin' John Carson
Will S. Hays
Ralph Peer

Lyrics

Now, I'm getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more My rusty bladed hoe I’ve laid to rest Ol' masters and old mistress, they are sleeping side by side Their spirits now are roaming with the blessed Things have changed about the place now and in darkness they have gone To another year and singing in the cane But the only friend that's left here is that good old dog of mine And the little old log cabin in the lane Timbers falling down and the roof all caved in Lets in the sunshine and the rain But there's angels watching over me when I lay down to sleep In my little old log cabin in the lane Now this footpath is growed up that led us 'round the hill The fence is all gone to decay The pond, it done dried up where we walked to the mill Things got turned in course another way Well, I ain't got long to stay here, what little time I've got I'll try and rest contented while remain Until death shall call this dog and me to find a better home Than our little old log cabin in the lane Timbers falling down and the roof all caved in Lets in the sunshine and the rain But there's angels watching over me when I lay down to sleep In my little old log cabin in the lane