كلمات Old Paint

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