(With Willie Nelson and the Quebe sisters)
Every day along about evening
When the sunlight's begining to fail
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail
When it's night and crickets are calling
And coyotes are making 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 strumming a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbing
It always finds me wishing on a star
Well what do you know
It's morning already
There's the dawning
So silver and pale
And it's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
Lying there and listen to the music
While the wind strumms a sagebrush guitar
While over yonder hill the moon is climbing
It always finds me wishing on a star
What do you know
It's morning already
There's the dawning
So silver and pale
And it's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
And it's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
And ride the Navajo Trail
And ride the Navajo Trail