is the mohawk His way of walking Quite high above the ground Fearless of looking down, skywalk Ever longer Some people say that The navajo know A way
Every day, along about evening. There's the sunshing beginning to fade. I sleep by the smothering fire Along the Navajo trai. I love to lie and listen
in the back 'neath an old stuffed bear A worn out Navajo rug Aye, aye, aye, Katie Shades of red and blue Aye, aye, aye, Katie Whatever became of the Navajo
the haze of that peace pipe The night grew long so i found a tee pee And you can bet I brought that squall girl with me Could be Cherokee, Inuit, Etowah, Navajo
far and wide from Chinle to Red Rock And there ain't a horse he can't ride on the Navajo land He's a Navajo wrangler He's a Navajo wrangler
They want me to dance, man They want me to dance They want me to dance And I get scared They want me to dance, man They want me to crawl They want me
Upon construction there is the mohawk his way of walking quite high above the ground fearless of looking down skywalk some people say that the navajo
Translation: Jon Anderson. Sundancing (For The Hopi\\navajo Energy).
Translation: Andrew Sisters. Along The Navajo Trail.
Translation: Crosby, Bing. Along The Navajo Trail.
Translation: Bing Crosby The Andrews Sisters. Along The Navajo Trail.
Translation: Black Lips. Navajo.
Translation: Ledoux, Chris. Navajo Wrangler.
Translation: Shore, Dinah. Along The Navajo Trail.
Translation: Fats Domino. Along The Navajo Trail.
Translation: Sinatra, Frank. Along The Navajo Trail.
Translation: Jerry Jeff Walker. Navajo Rug.
