There are people who
would rather live in splendor
And brag about their silver
and their gold
People who would trade
God's promise for
His glory to hold
People who would rather
live in mansions
People who would rather live abroad
But I'd rather have a little old cab
in by the side of the road
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And try to point souls to
the blessed abode
Than to be a king or a millionaire
And live in mansions in pride array
I'd rather do a neighborly deed
Than travel to here or a friend in need
I'd rather live by the side of the road
Than help some pilgrim
along life's way
I would rather have a cabin
by the roadside
Where the pilgrimage of man is passin' by
Try to point some soul to
Jesus and that city on high
Every day I want to help to scatter roses
Every night I want my lamp
to shine abroad
With a welcome from my little bay window
By the side of the road
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And try to point souls to the blest of both
Than to be a king or a millionaire
And live in mansions in bright array
I'd rather do an able deed
For a traveler here, or a friend indeed
I'd rather live by the side of the road
And help some pilgrim along
the last way
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