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