Twilight On the Trail

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 Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill