Cabin Lyrics

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