They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,
And its moral is plain: Take it easy, go steady,
While riding a horse on the Malibu Trail.
It’s a high, rocky trail with its switch-backs and doubles,
It has no beginning and never an end:
It’s risky and rough and it’s plumb full of troubles,
From Shifty—that’s shale—up to Powder Cut Bend.
Old-timers will tell you the rangers who made it,
Sang “Roll A Rock Down,” with a stiff upper lip,
And cussed all creation, but managed to grade it;