Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Land of the Navajo, artist - Michael Martin Murphey. Album song Land Of Enchantment, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 08.06.1989
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Land of the Navajo |
Oh the wind blows cold on the trail of the buffalo |
Oh the wind blows cold in the land of the Navajo |
In the land of the Navajo |
A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand |
One-eyed Jack the trader held some turquoise on his hand |
And by his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend |
He vowed that he would stay by Jack till the bitter end |
Jack had gambled everything he owned to lead this wandering life |
He might have had a happy home or a tender loving wife |
But his hunger was for tradin' trappers' firs for turquoise stones |
Anything the Indians had Jack wanted for his own |
Oh the wind blows cold… |
Said Jack to Running Elk I’d gamble all my precious stones |
Before I’d leave my body here among these bleached bones |
For now my time is drawin' near and I’m filled with dark regret |
My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set |
We’ve raped and killed and stole your land we ruled with guns and knives |
Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole away your wives |
Said Running Elk what’s done is done you white men rule this land |
So you play your cards face up and lay your broken-hearted land |
Oh the wind blows cold… |
When you’re dealin' cards of death the joker’s wild the ace is high |
Jack bet the Mississippi river Running Elk raised him the sky |
Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped him with the stars |
Running Elk bet the Rocky Mountains Jupiter and Mars |
The sun was sinking in the west when Jack drew the ace of spades |
Running Elk just rolled his eyes smiled and pssed away |
Jack picked up his turquoise stones and cast them to the sky |
Stared into the setting sun and made a mournful cry |
Oh the wind blows cold… |