Trout Fishing In America

Trout Fishing In America - Through The Pines lyrics

rate me

The summer breeze smells like Christmas trees,

My shoes smell bad as turpentine.

When Im walking there I can float in the air

On that little ol path through the pines.

Now Ive been told there are streets of gold,

Oh how they sparkle and they shine, shine, shine,

But they cant compete when I set my feet

On that little ol path through the pines.

Through the pines (through the pines)

Through the pines (through the pines)

That little ol path through the pines.

No they cant compete when I set my feet

On that little ol path through the pines.

The man in the moon is a big balloon

Rising on the ridge at suppertime

Whistle and smile Ill be there in a while

On that little ol path through the pines.

Through the pines (through the pines)

Through the pines (through the pines)

That little ol path through the pines.

Whistle and smile Ill be there in a while

On that little ol path through the pines.

Katie kissed a frog that was sitting on a log

Hoping for a handsome prince to find,

But her hair turned green and the frog began to scream

On that little ol path through the pines.

Through the pines (through the pines)

Through the pines (through the pines)

That little ol path through the pines.

But her hair turned green and the frog began to scream

On that little ol path through the pines.

Whistle and smile Ill be there in a while

On that little ol path through the pines.

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found