Songtexte Through the Pines - Trout Fishing In America

The summer breeze smells like Christmas trees
My shoes smell bad as turpentine
When I'm walking there I can float in the air
On that little ol' path through the pines
Now I've been told there are streets of gold
Oh, how they sparkle and they shine, shine, shine
They can't 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 can't 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 I'll 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 I'll 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 I'll be there in a while
On that little ol' path through the pines