The Old Trail
(Steve Gillette and Charles John Quarto)
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 to valley view
And you won't ever feel the climb.
Ah, but I take the old trail every time.
The old trail, just moseys right along.
Moves at the speed of a sweet love song.
Where the wind through the trees carries her own wind chime,
I take the old trail every time.
Lately it seems things vanish by degrees.
How soon we forget we make our tree houses out of trees.
When we gonna realize some reasons just don't rhyme.
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 timberline.
Yeah, I take the old trail every time.
People in cars let the radio do the talking.
But I always find that I'm singin' when I'm walking.
The old trail, just moseys right along.
Moves at the speed of a sweet love song.
And the wind through the trees carries her own wind chime.
Yeah, I take the old trail every time.
The old trail, just moseys right along.
Moves at the speed of a sweet love song.
And the wind through the trees carries her own wind chime.
Yeah, I take the old trail every time.
Yeah, I take the old trail every time.
Copyright 1990, Forshadow Songs, BMI
Used by permission
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