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Every day, along about evening
when the sunlight's beginning to pale
i ride through the slumbering shadows
along the navajo trail
When it's night and crickets are callin'
and coyotes are makin' a wail
i dream by a smoldering fire
along the navajo trail
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 whatta ya know, it's mornin' already
there's the dawnin', so silver and pale
it's time to climb into my saddle
and ride the navajo trail
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 whatta ya know, it's mornin' already
there's the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil)
it's time to climb into my saddle
and ride the navajo trail
ride the navajo trail
ride the navajo trail
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