Down the Old Ox Road
Arthur Johnston, Sam Coslow
Down the Old Ox Road
Though you'll never find out where it is by looking in maps
With a little investigation, you'll discover perhaps
That this old tradition's not a place
But just a proposition called
The Old Ox Road, the Old Ox Road
Ox road could be any romantic spot
A country highway or a moonlit yacht
It could be in the parlor where the lights are burning low
It could be in the movies, in the very last row
Down the Old Ox Road
In the magic of the moonlight, you are filled with delight
And the leaves that flutter over you whisper, lover tonight
Why keep waiting and debating
When you know it's time for mating
On the Old Ox Road, thе Old Ox Road