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Every day a lullabout evening |
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When the sunlights beginning to fail |
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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 nigth and crickets are calling |
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And coyotes are making a wail |
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I dream by a smouldering fire |
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Along the Navajo Trail |
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When the wind is strumming a sage-brushed guitar |
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And over yonder hill the moon is climbing |
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It always finds me whistling on a star |
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What do you know it's morning already |
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There's the dawning, so silver and pale |
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It's time to climb in my saddle |
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I want to ride the Navajo Trail |
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I love the lie and listen to all the music |
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I want to ride the Navajo Trail |
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with fellows like Maverick and Cheyenne, |
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the indians and their bow and arrows |
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the boys and guns and love to travel |
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along the Navajo Trail |