There's a winding road down
To an old poke town
Since long ago
They've held the rodeo
The different folk come
From miles around
They love the rodeo
Down in that old poke town
In the pale moonlight
On a Friday night
You can see camp fires
Twinkle like starlight
And howlin' at the moon
Comes a lonesome tune
Played on an old guitar
Straight from a cowboy's heart
When the ladies hear
That lonesome sound
It melts their hearts
As they gather 'round
But that young cowhand
Only sings of the one
He left her when
The rodeo moved on
In the pale moonlight
On a Friday night
You can see camp fires
Twinkle like starlight
And howlin' at the moon
Comes a lonesome tune
Played on an old guitar
Straight from a cowboy's heart
Nothing sings so true
With a feelin' so blue
Than that lonesome tune
Straight from a cowboy's heart
Played on an old guitar
Straight from a cowboy's heart