Song of the Road

Oh, here’s to highways broad and smooth, Fit for a king to travel; And here’s to narrow, winding roads Of sand-clay flecked with gravel.

Oh, here’s to cars with speed to spare, And here’s to saucy flivvers, That fly along the fine highways And dawdle by the rivers.

Oh, here’s to shady spots and cool, Where waters are inviting; And here’s to skill with hook and line When hungry fish are biting.

Oh, here’s to wayside fires that glow Through shades of night, advancing; And here’s to good friends gathered round In fellowship entrancing.

Oh, here’s to appetites that call For eggs with bacon frying; And here’s to deep and sweet repose Beneath a tent roof lying.