Old Highway 12

Lyrics

Verse 1

Granddad always drove the backroads
Said the interstate's too fast
He'd point that old Ford north at sunrise
And make the whole day last

Coffee in an old green thermos
Fishing poles tied in the back
I thought we were just chasing trout
Now I know we were chasing that

Chorus

Old Highway 12
Runs a little deeper now
Funny how a stretch of blacktop
Can carry a lifetime somehow

Every bend still knows our names
Every mile still feels like home
It's funny what you remember
Long after the fish are gone

Verse 2

He'd tell stories 'bout the old days
Point to fields I'd never seen
Somehow every fence and farmhouse
Held a memory in between

I'd spend more time watching him
Than watching my fishing line
Guess I caught a little more than trout
On those drives through simpler times

Chorus

Old Highway 12
Runs a little deeper now
Funny how a stretch of blacktop
Can carry a lifetime somehow

Every bend still knows our names
Every mile still feels like home
It's funny what you remember
Long after the fish are gone

Bridge

Now there's a seven-year-old beside me
Boots swinging off the seat
Askin' if we're almost there
Every ten minutes at least

He's got a little tackle box
And questions that never end
I just smile...
'Cause I've heard 'em all before

Final Chorus

Old Highway 12
Looks just like it always did
Only now I'm pointing out
The places Granddad showed this kid

He's watching every word I say
Though he don't know it yet
Someday he'll remember this old road
More than any fish we get

Funny what you remember
When enough years have gone
Sometimes it ain't the destination...

It's who you rode there with all along

Yeah, old Highway 12...
Still leads us home.