Stars dont shine if the moon aint right
Dunes get cold wind blowin in the night
Coyotes howl snakes slither in the sand No teeth gonna sink this wanted man

Well this lead sits heavy the further I ride
About six days out wrap the bridle tight
The colt bucks up to a spurred on side, about six days out on an Injin Line

Well the further you fall
Proves the Devil right
With his fired grin on an Injin night
Break a beveled glass, a mans shot in cold blood with his hands held high and his feet in the Mud
Well the words you speak
Bodies you'll bring
tell tale of a curse
no wanted thing
the whores scream murder while the injins sing oh oh where to go

Oh Oh Navajo Moan