Old Faithful Lyrics

Old Faithful, we'll roam the range together,
Old Faithful, in any kind of weather,
when the round up days are over
and the Boulevards white with clover,
for you Old Faithful pal of mine.

Giddy up old fella cos the moon is yellow tonight,
giddy up old fella cos the moon is mellow and bright.
There's a cayote howling at the moon above,
so carry me back to the one I love,
for you Old Faithful pal of mine.