Вступление
Leaning on the old top rail
In a big cor-ral
Looking down the twilight trail
For my long lost pal
How he sang when he sprang on his old mustang and rode away
Down the track by my shack he said I'll be back another day
Now the moon is shining pale on a lonesome gal
Leaning on the old top rail in the big cor-ral
How he sang when he sprang on his old mustang and rode away
Down the track by my shack he said I'll be back another day
Now the moon is shining pale on a lonesome gal
Leaning on the old top rail in the big cor-ral