There's a log on a cabin and a cabin on a hill My grandma was the real deal She'd wake up alone and cook us all a meal With the log on the cabin and the cabin on the hill She liked her coffee black and her whiskey dry She played cards with the family late into the night And every time she lost she tried to pick a fight And there's a log on the cabin and the cabin's in the night When granddad died we moved her to a home She'd sneak out at night and walk to the convenience store Buy a fifth of wine and open up the window Dream about the log on the cabin and the cabin on the hill Now that they're both gone I visit them When there's a fog on the pond and a whistle in the wind Now that they're both gone I visit them When there's a fog on the pond and a whistle in the wind