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
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