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 |