would rather live in splendor
And brag about their silver and their gold
And people who would trade
There are people who would
There are people who would
But I'd rather have a little log cabin
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And try to point souls to the blest abode
Than to be a king or a millionaire
And live in mansions in bright array
I'd rather do a neighborly deed
For some traveler or a friend in need
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And help some pilgrim along life's
I would rather have a cabin
Where the pilgrimage of man is passing by
To help to point soul to Jesus
Everyday I want to help to scatter roses
Every night I want my lamp
With a welcome from my little bay window
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And try to point souls to the blest abode
Than to be a king or a millionaire
And live in mansions in bright array
I'd rather do a neighborly deed
For some traveler or a friend in need
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And help some pilgrim along life's way
