| Ridin' back from town tonight
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| I don’t need the trail moonlight
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| I don’t have to touch the reins
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| He’s right on track just like a train
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| He waits faithfully to save me
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| From poker games and painted ladies
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| And when my heart or pay is gone
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| I climb up and just hold on
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| Cowboy blues fade to black
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| In an old bunkhouse rack
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| And so I whistle back in the saddle again
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| Cowboy blues fade to black
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| In an old bunkhouse rack
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| And so I whistle back in the saddle again
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| Riding back from town tonight
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| I don’t need the trail moonlight
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| This old horse knows his way home
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| This old horse knows his way home |