| The Navajo Trail |
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| Every day, along about evening |
| There’s the sunshing beginning to fade |
| I sleep by the smothering fire |
| Along the Navajo trai |
| I love to lie and listen to the music |
| As I listen to the sage brush guitar |
| An over yonder hill, the moon is climbing |
| Climbing up to reach the stars |
| Well what do you know, it’s morning already |
| And theres the starlites beginning to fade |
| I think, I’ll climb into my saddle |
| And ride the Navaho trail |
