Lletres: Merle Haggard. A Cabin In The Hills.

I dreamed I saw Jesus last night
seated on a mountain in the moonlight.
His hands held a key to a cabin
that cabin I'd dreamed of all my life.
Money makes the rules we have to live by.
A home is just a place they send the bills.
God knows why we work and what we pray for.
So He's building me a cabin in the hills.
Who knows He might be finished in the morning.
So I lie awake and take no sleeping pills.
God knows I'm not happy in a mansion.
So He's building me a cabin in the hills.

I live my lonesome life down in a valley with the factories, the rivers, and the mills.
Sometimes I can almost hear his hammer 'cause he's building me a cabin in the hills.
Someone has to keep the home fire burning.
So I sweat and get the harvest in the field.
Life on earth won't be the same hereafter, so he's building me a cabin in the hills.
I live my lonesome life down in a valley with the factories, the rivers and the mills.
Sometimes I can almost hear His hammer 'cause He's
building me a cabin in the hills. He's building me a cabin in the hills.