Land Of The Navajo (Album Version) 1989 Michael Martin Murphey

เพลงLand Of The Navajo (Album Version)

ศิลปิน: Michael Martin Murphey

อัลบัม: Land Of Enchantment

ออกเมื่อ: 13-06-1989

Land Of The Navajo - Michael Martin Murphey

Oh the wind blows cold

 

on the trail of the buffalo

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

in the land of the Navajo

 

In the land of the Navajo

 

A hundred miles from

nowhere out on the desert sand

 

One-eyed Jack the trader

held some turquoise on his hand

 

And by his side sat

Running Elk his longtime Indian friend

 

He vowed that he would

stay by Jack till the bitter end

 

Jack had gambled everything

he owned to lead this wandering life

He might have had a happy

home or a tender loving wife

 

But his hunger was for

tradin' trappers' firs for turquoise stones

 

Anything the Indians

had Jack wanted for his own

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

on the trail of the buffalo

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

in the land of the Navajo

 

In the land of the Navajo

 

Said Jack to Running Elk

I'd gamble all my precious stones

Before I'd leave my body

here among these bleached bones

 

For now my time is drawin'

near and I'm filled with dark regret

 

My spirit longs to journey

as the sun begins to set

 

We've raped and killed and

stole your land we ruled with guns and kvives

Fed whiskey to your warriors

while we stole away your wives

 

Said Running Elk what's done

is done you white men rule this land

So you play your cards face

up and lay your broken hearted land

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

on the trail of the buffalo

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

in the land of the Navajo

 

In the land of the Navajo

 

When you're dealin' cards of death

the joker's wild the ace is high

 

Jack bet the Mississippi river

Running Elk raised him the sky

 

Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped

him with the stars

 

Running Elk bet

the Rocky Mountains Jupiter and Mars

 

The sun was sinking in the west

when Jack drew the ace of spades

 

Running Elk just rolled his eyes

smiled and pssed away

 

Jack picked up his turquoise stones

and cast them to the sky

 

Stared into the setting sun and made

a mournful cry

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

on the trail of the buffalo

 

Oh the wind blows cold

 

in the land of the Navajo

 

In the land of the Navajo

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