Don Williams — The Old Trail

(Charles John Quarto, Steve Gillette) 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...