There's a bridle hangin' on the wall and a saddle in an empty stall. You ask me why the teardrops fall, it's that bridle hangin' on the wall.
There's a horse-shoe nailed above the door, it's a shoe that my old pony wore. There's f fainted blanket in the hall, and that bridle's hangin' on the wall.
With that pony for my guide, I used to ride down the trail watching the moon swim low. But now that faithful friend has found the end of that trail he's on where good ponies go.
And his bridle's hangin' on the wall, and his saddle's in his empty stall. No more he'll answer to my call, there's a bridle hangin' on the wall.
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And his bridle's hangin' on the wall, and his saddle's in his empty stall. No more he'll answer to my call, there's a bridle hangin on the wall.