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Land of the Navajo (Album Version) - Michael Martin Murphey
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
On the trail of the buffalo
Oh the wind blows cold
In the land of the Navajo
In the land of the Navajo
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 kvives
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
On the trail of the buffalo
Oh the wind blows cold
In the land of the Navajo
In the land of the Navajo
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
On the trail of the buffalo
Oh the wind blows cold
In the land of the Navajo
In the land of the Navajo
