Twilight On The Trail

When its twilight on the trail and I jog along The world is like a dream and the ripple of a stream is my song. When its twilight in the trail and I rest once more My cealing is the aky and the grass in which I lie is my floor. Never wver have a nickle in my jeans Never ever have a debt to pay Still I understand what real contentment mean Guess I was born that way When its twilight on the trail and my voice is still Please plant this heart of mine undrneath the lonesome pine on the hill Guess I was born that way When its twilight on the trail and my voice is still Please plant this heart of mine underneath the lonesome pine on the hill When its twilight on the trail.