Sons of the Pioneers
Every [C] day, along about evening, when the [C] sunlight’s beginning to [C7] pale. I ride [F7] through the slumbering shadows, [C] Along the Navajo Trail.
When it’s [C] nighttime and crickets are callin’, and the [C] coyotes are making a [C7] wail. I [F7] dream by a smoldering fire, [C] Along the Navajo Trail.
> > > I [F] love to lie and [Fm] listen to the [C] music [C7]
When the [F] wind is strummin’ a [Fm] sagebrush [C] guitar
[Am] When over [E] yonder hill the moon is [Am] climbin’
[D] It always finds me wishin’ on [G] a star [G7]
Well whadya [C] know, it’s mornin’ already. There’s the [C] dawnin’, so silver and [C7] pale. [F7] It’s time to climb into my saddle, [C] And ride the Navajo Trail
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I [G] love to lie and [Gm] listen to the [D] music [D7]
When the [G] wind is strummin’ a [Gm] sagebrush [D] guitar
[Bm] When over [F#] yonder hill the moon is [Bm] climbin’
[E] It always finds me wishin’ on [A] a star [A7]
Well whadya [D] know, it’s mornin’ already. There’s the [D] dawnin’, so silver and [D7] pale. [G7] It’s time to climb into my saddle, [D] And ride the Navajo Trail.
[G7] It’s time to climb into my saddle, [D] And ride the Navajo Trail.
