The Old Trail - Don Williams

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…