| Song | Navajo Trail |
| Artist | Michael Nesmith |
| Album | From a Radio Engine to the Photon Wing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Elliot | |
| Everyday | |
| Along about evenin; | |
| When the sunlight's | |
| Beginning to fade | |
| I ride | |
| Through the slumbering shadows | |
| Along | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| When it's night | |
| And the crickets are calling | |
| And the coyotes | |
| Are making a wail | |
| I dream | |
| By a smouldering fire | |
| Along | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| Love to lie and listen to the music | |
| When the wind is strummin' | |
| A sagebrush guitar | |
| While over yonder hill | |
| The moon is climbing | |
| It always finds me wishin' on a star | |
| Well whadda ya know | |
| It's morning already | |
| There's a dawning | |
| So silver and pale | |
| It's time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| Love to lie and listen to the music | |
| When the wind is strummin' | |
| A sagebrush guitar | |
| While over yonder hill | |
| The moon is climbing | |
| It always finds me wishin' on a star | |
| Well whadda ya know | |
| It's morning already | |
| There's a dawning | |
| So silver and pale | |
| It's time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| It's time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail |
| zuo ci : Elliot | |
| Everyday | |
| Along about evenin | |
| When the sunlight' s | |
| Beginning to fade | |
| I ride | |
| Through the slumbering shadows | |
| Along | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| When it' s night | |
| And the crickets are calling | |
| And the coyotes | |
| Are making a wail | |
| I dream | |
| By a smouldering fire | |
| Along | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| Love to lie and listen to the music | |
| When the wind is strummin' | |
| A sagebrush guitar | |
| While over yonder hill | |
| The moon is climbing | |
| It always finds me wishin' on a star | |
| Well whadda ya know | |
| It' s morning already | |
| There' s a dawning | |
| So silver and pale | |
| It' s time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| Love to lie and listen to the music | |
| When the wind is strummin' | |
| A sagebrush guitar | |
| While over yonder hill | |
| The moon is climbing | |
| It always finds me wishin' on a star | |
| Well whadda ya know | |
| It' s morning already | |
| There' s a dawning | |
| So silver and pale | |
| It' s time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| It' s time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail |
| zuò cí : Elliot | |
| Everyday | |
| Along about evenin | |
| When the sunlight' s | |
| Beginning to fade | |
| I ride | |
| Through the slumbering shadows | |
| Along | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| When it' s night | |
| And the crickets are calling | |
| And the coyotes | |
| Are making a wail | |
| I dream | |
| By a smouldering fire | |
| Along | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| Love to lie and listen to the music | |
| When the wind is strummin' | |
| A sagebrush guitar | |
| While over yonder hill | |
| The moon is climbing | |
| It always finds me wishin' on a star | |
| Well whadda ya know | |
| It' s morning already | |
| There' s a dawning | |
| So silver and pale | |
| It' s time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| Love to lie and listen to the music | |
| When the wind is strummin' | |
| A sagebrush guitar | |
| While over yonder hill | |
| The moon is climbing | |
| It always finds me wishin' on a star | |
| Well whadda ya know | |
| It' s morning already | |
| There' s a dawning | |
| So silver and pale | |
| It' s time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail | |
| It' s time | |
| To climb into my saddle | |
| Ride | |
| The Navajo trail |