Navajo Wrangler
Between Gallic and Shiprock he was born in a Hogan
And his spirit was as free as an eagle flies
Deep in the canyons out in Arizona
He broke his first pony before he turned five
He learned how to hide in the branches of the canyons
The young riders herded the wild horses by
Then quick as a bobcat he closed in the willows
And a new crop of Mustangs were waitin' inside
There ain't another on the whole reservation
He never breaks horses with his spurs or a saddle
Just uses a blanket and a firm gentle hand
He's known far and wide from Chenley to Red Rock
And there ain't a horse he can't ride on the Navajo land