Twilight on the Trail

When it's twilight on the trail

And I jump along the world is like a dream

And the wripple 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 born that way

When it's twilight on the trail

And my voice is still please plant this heart of mine

Underneath that lonesome pine on the hill

Never ever have a nickel in my jeans...