Peter Rowan - Land of the navajo

^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DOn the trail of the b^Emuffalo ^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo ^DIn the land of the Na^Emvajo

^GA hundred miles from nowhere ^Cout on the desert sand ^DOne-eyed Jack, the trader, held some torquoise in his h^Gand ^GBy his side sat Running Elk, his l^Cong-time Indian friend ^DHe vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter ^Gend

^GJack had gambled everything he owned to le^Cad this wandering life ^DHe might have had a happy home and a tender loving w^Gife ^GBut his hunger was for trading trapper's f^Curs for torquoise stone ^DAnything that the Indians had, Jack wanted for his o^Gwn

^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DOn the trail of the ^Embuffalo ^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo

^GSaid Jack to Running Elk, I'll gamble a^Cll my precious stones ^DBefore I leave my body here among these bleaching b^Gones G mmmm C But now my time is drawing near and I'm filled with dark regret M^Dy spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to ^Gset

^GFor we raped and killed, we stole your land, we r^Culed with guns and knives ^DFed whiskey to your warriors while we stole away your w^Gives ^GSaid Running Elk, what's done is done, you w^Chite men rule this land ^DSo lay the cards face up and play your last broken-hearted h^Gand

^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DOn the trail of the ^Embuffalo ^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo

^GWhen you're dealing cards with death, the joker's wild, the a^Cce is high ^DJack bid the Mississippi River, Running Elk raised him the s^Gky ^GJack saw him with the sun and moon and u^Cpped him with the stars ^DRunning Elk bet the Rocky Mountains, Jupiter, and M^Gars

^GThe sun was sinking in the west when Jack d^Crew the ace of spades ^DRunning Elk just rolled his eyes, he smiled and passed a^Gway ^GJack picked up his torquoise stones and c^Cast them to the sky ^DHe stared into the setting sun and then made a mournful c^Gry

^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DOn the trail of the b^Emuffalo ^COh, the wind blows c^Gold ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo ^DIn the land of the N^Emavajo