Old Paint (1980) - Chris Ledoux

Ridin' 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