Every day, along about evening
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When the sunlight's beginning to pale
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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 callin'
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And coyotes are makin' a wail
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I dream by a smoldering fire
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Along the Navajo Trail
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I love to lie and listen to the music
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When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
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When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
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It always finds me wishin' on a star
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Well whatta ya know, it's mornin' already
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There's the dawnin', so silver and pale
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It's time to climb into my saddle
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And ride the Navajo Trail
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I love to lie and listen to the music
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When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
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When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
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It always finds me wishin' on a star
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Well whatta ya know, it's mornin' already
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There's the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil)
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It's time to climb into my saddle
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And ride the Navajo Trail
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Ride the Navajo Trail
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Ride the Navajo Trail
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Along the Navajo Trail
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| Frankie Laine |
