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 night 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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[part 3]
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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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[repeat part 3]
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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
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Along The Navaho Trail
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| Sam Cooke |
