Along Came Linda - Duane Eddy & His "Twangy" Guitar, The Rebels

Every day, along about evening

When the sunlight’s beginning to pale

I ride through the slumbering shadows

Along the Navajo Trail

When it’s night and crickets are callin'

And coyotes are makin' 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 strummin' a sagebrush guitar

When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'

It always finds me wishin' on a star

Well what a ya know, it’s mornin' already

There’s the dawnin', so silver and pale

It’s time to climb into my saddle

And ride the Navajo Trail

I love to lie and listen to the music

When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar

When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'

It always finds me wishin' on a star

Well what a ya know, it’s mornin' already

There’s the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil)

It’s time to climb into my saddle

And ride the Navajo Trail

Ride the Navajo Trail

Ride the Navajo Trail