Porter Wagoner - An old log cabin for sale

^GWhile strolling a ^Clong in the ^Gcountry Re^D7viewing the scenes new and ^Gold

I found an old ^Cfashioned log ^Gcabin So ^D7beautiful there to be h^Gold

A ^Cstranger was standing in ^Gsilence His ^D7eyes firmly fixed on the ^Gdoor

My heart ached in ^Cpity to ^Gsee him For ^D7these were the words that it ^Gbore

And the sign ^Cread an old c^Gabin for sale An ^D7old Oaken bucket and ^Gwell

Easy terms just ^Ckeep a ^Glog on the fire And a ^D7light burning bright in the ^Gdell

Many ^Cyears an old couple did ^Gpatiently look For their ^D7boy whose last promise did ^Gfail

Now the old rocking ^Cchair will be ^Grocking no more There's an ^D7old log cabin for ^Gsale

A welcome I ^Cread on the ^Gfloor mat An ^D7old braided rug by the ^Gdoor

The hands of an ^Cangel had ^Gmade it With ^D7many a prayer prayed ^Gbefore

In an ^Cold rocking chair long ^Gshe waited For ^D7one glimpse of him how she ^Gyearned

And now he was ^Cstanding in ^Gsilence Too ^D7late yes too late he'd ^Greturned

And the sign ^Cread an old c^Gabin for sale An ^D7old Oaken bucket and ^Gwell

Easy terms just ^Ckeep a ^Glog on the fire And a ^D7light burning bright in the ^Gdell

Many ^Cyears an old couple did ^Gpatiently look For their ^D7boy whose last promise did ^Gfail

Now the old rocking ^Cchair will be ^Grocking no more There's an ^D7old log cabin for ^Gsale