Leanin' on the ole top rail in the big corral
lookin down the twilight trail for my long lost pal,
how he sang when he sprang on his ole 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 ole top rail in the big corral.

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