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Along the Navajo Trail - Sam Cooke (山姆·库克)
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 calling
And coyotes are making 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 strumming
A sagebrush guitar
And over yonder hill
The moon is climbing
It always finds me
Wishing on a star
Well what you know
It's morning already
There's the dawning
So silver and pale
It's time to climb
Into my saddle
And ride the navajo trail
I love the lie
And listen to all the music
When the wind is strumming
A sage brushed guitar
And over yonder hill
The moon is climbing
It always finds me
Whistling on a star
What do you know
It's morning already
There's the dawning
So silver and pale
It's time to climb in my saddle
I want to ride the navajo trail
I want to ride the navajo trail
With fellows like
Maverick and cheyenne
The indians
And their bow and arrows
The boys and guns
And love to travel
Along the navajo trail
