| Every day, along about evening
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| When the sunlight’s beginning to pale
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| I ride through the slumbering shadows
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| Along the Navajo Trail
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| When it’s night and crickets are callin'
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| And coyotes are makin' a wail
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| I dream by a smoldering fire
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| Along the Navajo Trail
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| I love to lie and listen to the music
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| When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
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| When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
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| It always finds me wishin' on a star
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| Well what a ya know, it’s mornin' already
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| There’s the dawnin', so silver and pale
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| It’s time to climb into my saddle
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| And ride the Navajo Trail
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| I love to lie and listen to the music
|
| When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
|
| When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
|
| It always finds me wishin' on a star
|
| Well what a ya know, it’s mornin' already
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| There’s the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil)
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| It’s time to climb into my saddle
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| And ride the Navajo Trail
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| Ride the Navajo Trail
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| Ride the Navajo Trail |