Lone Gray Road

A lone gray road winds through the mountains
A sunny July day
A vintage Olds, eight pistons bangin' away

The overlook shows me the city
Transparent smoky haze
That urban mist over the rat-racin maze

To leave the city is not so hard
I come here just to get away
The Appalacians are my backyard
If I had a choice, I would stay

I drop the top, crank the jams and get open
I live to be outside
Nothin' left to do, but go out and take a ride

Pull off the road, I get out and start walking
Through the giant trees
The virgin woods, where I can do as I please

My favorite place is where I fit in
The wilderness flows through my being
The tulip poplars, the evergreens
True friends of mine that take me in

These broken blocks are the work of God
Their beauty is mine to enjoy
Resort hotels built by greedy clods
All for money, they destroy

Stairways to heaven, all within reach
These green hills and peaks are the way
Tomorrows children, we all must teach
To save this enigma today!