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...