Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage - Along the Navajo Trail Lyrics
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Along the Navajo Trail
Along the Navajo Trail Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Along the Navajo Trail By Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage?
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 callin' And coyotes are makin' 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 strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what a ya know, it's mornin' already There's the dawnin', so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail I love to lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what a ya know, it's mornin' already There's the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil) It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail Ride the Navajo Trail Ride the Navajo Trail |
Who Wrote Along the Navajo Trail By Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage?
Dick Charles, Eddie De Lange, Larry Marks
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What's The Duration Of The Along the Navajo Trail By Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage?The duration of Along the Navajo Trail is 2:22 minutes and seconds. |
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