Trout Fishing In America - Through The Pines lyrics
rate meThe 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.
