There’s a bridle hanging on the wall

There’s a saddle in an empty stall

No more he’ll answer to my call

Cause his bridle hanging on the wall

There’s a horseshoe nailed above the door

It’s that shoe that my old pony wore

There’s a faded blanket in the hall

And his bridle’s hanging on the wall

Now with that pony for my guide

I used to ride down the trail

Watching the moon swing low

But now that faithful friend

Has found the end of the trail

He’s gone where the good old ponies go

Now his bridles hanging on the wall

And his saddle’s in an empty stall

You ask me why those teardrops fall

It’s that bridles hanging on the wall

It’s that bridles hanging on the wall