Bob Wills - Along the navajo trail

^G7Every ^Cday a^G7long about ^Cevening ^G7When the ^Csunlight's be^G7gining to ^Cfail

I ^Fr-ide through the slumbering shadows A^Clong the ^FNavajo ^CTrail

^G7When it's ^Ctwilight and ^G7crickets are ^Ccalling ^G7And co^Cyotes are ^G7making a ^Cwail

I ^Fdream by a smoldering fire A^Clong the ^FNavajo ^CTrail

I ^Flove to lie and ^Fmto the ^Cmusic When the ^Fmwind is strumming a sage^Cbrush guitar

When ^Emover yonder ^B7hill the moon is ^Emclimbing It always ^D7finds me wishing on a ^G7star

Well what do you ^Cknow it's ^G7morning al^Cready ^G7There's the ^Cdawning so ^G7silver and ^Cpale

It's ^Ftime to climb into my saddle And ^Cride the ^FNavajo ^CTrail

^G7When it's ^Ctwilight and ^G7crickets are ^Ccalling ^G7And co^Cyotes are ^G7making a ^Cwail

I ^Fdream by a smoldering fire A^Clong the ^FNavajo ^CTrail