The Old Trail

There's a new ridge road

That cuts the mountain to the bone.

Slices through the woods

Like there ain't nobody home.

You can wheel on up the valley view.

You'll never feel the climb.

Oh, but I'll take the old trail every time.

The old trail,

Just mosies right along,

Moves at the speed of

A sweet love song

And the wind through the trees

Carries her own wind chimes.

Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time.

Lately it seems things vanish by degrees.

How soon we forget

We made our tree houses out of trees.

When we going to realize

Some reasons just don't rhyme.

Yeah, I take the old trail every time.

The old trail.

Now may she never fade.

The one where the deer

Always have the right of way.

How I love to watch the wintergreen

Along the timber lines.

Yea, I'll take the old trail every time.

People in cars

Let the radios do the talking

But I always find

That I'm singing when I'm walking.

The old trail

Just moses right along.

Moves at the speed of

A sweet love song

And the wind

Through the trees

Carries her own wind chimes.

Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time.

I take the old trail every time...