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An Old Log Cabin For Sale

Höfundur lags: J. W. Payte Flytjandi: Porter Wagoner Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]While strolling a [C]long in the [G]country
Re[D7]viewing the scenes new and [G]old  
I found an old [C]fashioned log [G]cabin
So [D7]beautiful there to be h[G]old  

A [C]stranger was standing in [G]silence
His [D7]eyes firmly fixed on the [G]door
My heart ached in [C]pity to [G]see him
For [D7]these were the words that it [G]bore

And the sign [C]read an old c[G]abin for sale
An [D7]old Oaken bucket and [G]well
Easy terms just [C]keep a [G]log on the fire
And a [D7]light burning bright in the [G]dell

Many [C]years an old couple did [G]patiently look
For their [D7]boy whose last promise did [G]fail
Now the old rocking [C]chair will be [G]rocking no more
There's an [D7]old log cabin for [G]sale

A welcome I [C]read on the [G]floor mat
An [D7]old braided rug by the [G]door
The hands of an [C]angel had [G]made it
With [D7]many a prayer prayed [G]before

In an [C]old rocking chair long [G]she waited
For [D7]one glimpse of him how she [G]yearned
And now he was [C]standing in [G]silence
Too [D7]late yes too late he'd [G]returned

A [C]stranger was standing in [G]silence
His [D7]eyes firmly fixed on the [G]door
My heart ached in [C]pity to [G]see him
For [D7]these were the words that it [G]bore

And the sign [C]read an old c[G]abin for sale
An [D7]old Oaken bucket and [G]well
Easy terms just [C]keep a [G]log on the fire
And a [D7]light burning bright in the [G]dell


While strolling a long in the country
Reviewing the scenes new and old
I found an old fashioned log cabin
So beautiful there to be hold

A stranger was standing in silence
His eyes firmly fixed on the door
My heart ached in pity to see him
For these were the words that it bore

And the sign read an old cabin for sale
An old Oaken bucket and well
Easy terms just keep a log on the fire
And a light burning bright in the dell

Many years an old couple did patiently look
For their boy whose last promise did fail
Now the old rocking chair will be rocking no more
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 prayer prayed before

In an old rocking 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

A stranger was standing in silence
His eyes firmly fixed on the door
My heart ached in pity to see him
For these were the words that it bore

And the sign read an old cabin for sale
An old Oaken bucket and well
Easy terms just keep a log on the fire
And a light burning bright in the dell

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