Don Williams - The old trail

^EmThere's a new ridge ^Groad that cuts the ^Amountain to the ^Dbone ^EmSlices through the ^Gwoods like there ^Aain't nobody ^Dhome You can ^Emwheel on up the ^Avalley view, you'll ^Dnever feel the ^Gclimb Oh, but ^DI'll take the ^Aold trail every ^Dtime

The ^Gold trail, just ^Dmoseys right along Moves at the speed of a ^Asweet love song And the ^Emwind through the trees ^Dcarries her ^F#own wind ^Gchimes Yeah, ^DI'll take the old ^Atrail every ^Dtime

^EmLately it ^Gseems things ^Avanish by degrees ^{D Em}How soon we forget, ^Gwe made our ^Atree houses out of ^Dtrees ^EmWhen we gonna ^Arealize some ^Dreasons just don't ^Grhyme Yeah, ^DI'll take the ^Aold trail every ^Dtime

The ^Gold trail, now ^Dmay she never fade The one where the deer always ^Ahave the right of way How I ^Emlove to watch the wintergreen a- ^Dlong the ^F#timber ^Glines Yeah, ^DI'll take the ^Aold trail every ^Dtime

^APeople in cars let the ^Gradios do the talkin' But I always find that I'm ^Esingin' when I'm ^Awalkin'

The ^Gold trail just ^Dmoseys right along Moves at the speed of a ^Asweet love song And the ^Emwind through the ^Dtrees ^F#carries her own wind ^Gchimes Yeah, ^DI'll take the ^Aold trail every ^Dtime

^DI'll take the ^Aold trail every ^Dtime