Well I wonder how the old folks are at home
I wonder if they miss me while I roam
I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away
And left his dear old parents all alone

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could see the fields of blue grass where I've grown
You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye
Well I wonder how the old folks are at home

People who would rather live in splendor
And brag about their silver and their gold
People who would trade God's promise
Earth's glory behold
People who would rather live in mansions
People who would rather live abroad
But I'd rather have a little log cabin
Other side of the road

I'd rather live by the side of the road
Try to point souls
To the best of both
Then to be a king or a millionaire
Than to live in mansions
In bright array

I rather do a heavenly deed
For a traveller here
Or a friend in need
I'd rather live
By the side of the road
And to help some pilgrim
Along life's way

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): A.P. CARTER