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lyrics
We’ve hit a cold snap.
Get on your horseback, comrads.
I ain’t goin’ alone.
But who could follow this map,
And why do we call this tourist trap, home,
When nothin's our own.
Can’t jump that wide gap.
Thank god we got a pass, at last
Though it’s all touch and go.
Life needs a nightcap,
Medic I need a slap on my ass,
Mother let me be born
Cause I see these singin’ believers
But they ain’t dead sick
With cabin fever.
Are you havin’ that cabin fever?
Can they kill that babblin’ dreamer?
See there’s all this damn,
Jolly old time in this world,
But that time ain’t mine.
I ain’t billin’ a dime.
But that ain’t it at all,
Baby crawl, youngin’ jaw
Man stand tall, old men gotta see again
What he saw…so many times before
Just like a man can’t love the road,
No more than where he’s goin.
Don’t let your deep sleep heat
Break your fever.
Don’t you got breakin’ your sweat yet!
Yet! Yet! Yet!
Cause I see these singin’ believers
But they ain’t dead sick
With cabin fever. Cabin Fever, oh yeah!
Are you havin’ that cabin fever.
Can they kill that babblin’ dreamer.
credits
from Cabin Fever,
released July 9, 2013
Kevin Martin - Dobro
Add. Vox - Christina Fentress Baldwin, Allison Justice, Josh Muckala