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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...
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I take the old trail every time...
Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time.
Carries her own wind chimes.
Through the trees
And the wind
A sweet love song
Moves at the speed of
Just moses right along.
The old trail
That I'm singing when I'm walking.
But I always find
Let the radios do the talking
People in cars
Yea, I'll take the old trail every time.
Along the timber lines.
How I love to watch the wintergreen
Always have the right of way.
The one where the deer
Now may she never fade.
The old trail.
Yeah, I take the old trail every time.
Some reasons just don't rhyme.
When we going to realize
We made our tree houses out of trees.
How soon we forget
Lately it seems things vanish by degrees.
Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time.
Carries her own wind chimes.
And the wind through the trees
A sweet love song
Moves at the speed of
Just mosies right along,
The old trail,
Oh, but I'll take the old trail every time.
You'll never feel the climb.
You can wheel on up the valley view.
Like there ain't nobody home.
Slices through the woods
That cuts the mountain to the bone.
There's a new ridge road
(Charles John Quarto, Steve Gillette)
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