On The Trail
Clyde Hurley And His Orchestra Lyrics
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And I jog along,
The world is like a dream
And the ripple of the stream is my song
When it's twilight on the trail,
And I rest once more,
My ceiling is the sky
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
Never ever have a debt to pay,
Still I understand what real contentment means,
Guess I was born that way
When it's twilight on the trail,
And my voice is still,
Please plant this heart of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill
(Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill)
When it's twilight on the trail
The first stanza of the song "On The Trail" speaks of a serene and almost ethereal setting. The singer describes a moment of solitude when he is jog-walking. The world around him appears dreamlike and a nearby stream, with its gentle flow, serves as a melody or a song to him. The second stanza, however, is more about reflection and contentment. As the singer rests, he looks up at the sky, which serves as his ceiling, and the grass on which he lies as his floor. Even though the singer does not have much money in his pocket, he feels content with his life. In fact, he believes he was born this way - happy with the simple things in life.
The closing stanza of the song is a little melancholy. The singer appears to be at peace with the world and ready to embrace whatever may come his way. He asks that after he has passed, his heart be buried underneath the lonesome pine on the hill. The song, therefore, is a reflection on life, contentment, and the inevitable reality of death.
Line by Line Meaning
When it's twilight on the trail
As the sun sets and the day turns to night, and I am walking on the trail,
And I jog along
I move along quickly on my journey,
The world is like a dream
The surroundings seem almost imaginary, like a fantasy,
And the ripple of the stream is my song
The gentle flowing sound of the moving water is like a melody to me,
And I rest once more
I stop moving and take a break,
My ceiling is the sky
The blue sky is like my roof over my head,
And the grass on which I lie is my floor
The soft grass beneath me is like the ground I walk on, but in this case, it is my bed,
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans
I never have any money in my pocket,
Never ever have a debt to pay
I never owe anyone anything,
Still I understand what real contentment means
I am still able to find joy and satisfaction in life despite not having any material possessions,
Guess I was born that way
Perhaps it is just a part of who I am and how I view the world,
And my voice is still
I stop talking and become quiet,
Please plant this heart of mine
I ask that my heart be buried,
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill
Specifically, I request that it be buried beneath a solitary tree located atop a hill, where it will remain undisturbed and alone over time,
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@cleberguima1
Very nice. For a second I thought it was Charlie Christian playing.
@basilpeewit3350
Good to hear McEachern and Russin adding some boppish licks to the proceedings while Hurley is firmly rooted in the swing idiom. Pitty Hurley is so seldom heard outside Miller recordings, where he wasn't at all happy. He hated Mo Purtill's heavy handed drumming (according to George T. Simon).