My Old Pal, Pal of Mine

(Bob Nolan)

Lift your feet, old pal of mine, you know

The weary long days unravel.

My old pal, pal of mine

You’ll always be until we go

The happy last trail to travel.

My old pal, pal of mine

Your step for soon we will be there

Is someone waiting by

An open gate for you and I,

Someone who’ll be glad to know

We’re still the same old pals

Until the prairie breezes blow

The tops from the mountains level,

My old pal, pal of mine.

You know that some fellows long for riches

Some fellows want a throne.

I have the world in my pony

And that’s all I care to own, so….

Lift your feet, old pal of mine, you know

The weary long days unravel.

My old pal, pal of mine

You’ll always be until we go

The happy last trail to travel.

My old pal, pal of mine

Your step for soon we will be there

Is someone waiting by

An open gate for you and I,

Someone who’ll be glad to know

We’re still the same old pals

Until the prairie breezes blow

The tops from the mountains level,

My old pal, pal of mine.

For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America

This song was never commercially recorded.