The Old Road

Traveling the back roads through yesterdays towns

No super highways with droning sounds

The small towns welcome us with open arms

Local foods and locals smiles a welcome sight

Mom and Pop inns, we spend the night

Dreams of tomorrow run through the youths mind

We are today's tourist trade, hope you don't mind,

The old road is gone

Tourist trade has passed us by

The Mom and Pop Inn shuttered and dusty

Old signs weathered and rusty,

We have forgotten the small towns

Its where we all live

Come back to us America, we will forgive.