Clint Eastwood - Twilight of the Trail

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When it’s twilight on the trail
And I jog along
The world is like a dream
And the ripple of the stream is my song
When it’s twilight on the trail
And I rest once more
My ceiling is the sky
And the grass on which I lie is my floor
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans
Never ever have a debt to pay
Still I understand what real contentment means
Guess I was born that way
When it’s twilight on the trail
And my voice is still
Please plant this heart of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill