Текст песни Twilight On the Trail - Clint Eastwood

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.