Recorded by Porter Wagoner Words and music by J. W. Payte A D A While strolling a- long in the country E7 A Re- viewing the scenes new and old D A I found an old- fashioned log cabin E7 A So beautiful there to be- hold; D A A stranger was standing in silence E7 A His eyes firmly fixed on the door D A My heart ached in pity to see him E7 A For these were the words that it bore. D A And the sign read "An old cabin FOR SALE E7 A An old OAKEN BUCKET and WELL." D A "EASY TERMS, just keep a log on the fire E7 A And a light burning bright in the dell." D A Many years an old couple did patiently look E7 A For their boy whose last promise did fail D A Now the old rockin' chair will be rocking no more E7 A There's an old log cabin for sale. A welcome I read on the floor mat An old braided rug by the door The hands of an angel had made it With many a pray'r - prayed before; In an old rockin' chair, long she waited For one glimpse of him how she yearned And now he was standing in silence Too late, yes, too late he'd returned. D A And the sign read "An old cabin FOR SALE E7 A An old OAKEN BUCKET and WELL." D A "EASY TERMS, just keep a log on the fire E7 A And a light burning bright in the dell." D A Many years an old couple so patiently looked E7 A For their boy whose last promise did fail D A Now the old rockin' chair will be rocking no more E7 A There's an old log cabin for sale. Extra verse. How long has it been since you've written A letter to mother and dad? How long has it been since you've seen them Why don't you make their hearts glad? Too soon will the old home be vacant A candle light gleaming no more Don't wait till too late to remember There may be a sign on the door. TAG: There's ...no ...place ...like ...home.