Chords for Land of the Navajo
Tempo:
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Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
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[D] in the land of [Em] the Navajo.
[G] A hundred miles from nowhere out [C] on the desert [D] sand,
will hijack the trader, held in purpose [G] in his hand.
By his side sat running Elk, his long time Indian friend.
[D] He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the day [G] it rains.
Jack could gamble everything [C] he owned to lead this wandering life.
[D] He might have had a happy home and a tender [G] loving wife.
But his hunger was for trading [C] trappers' furs for turquoise and stone.
[D] Anything but the Indian's head, Jack wanted for his [G] own.
[C] Oh, [G] the wind blows cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
[C] [D] in the land of [E] the Navajo.
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[G] Said Jack to running Elk, I'll [C] gamble all my possessions
[D] before I leave my body here among these bleaching [G] moans.
For now my time is drawing near and I'm [C] filled with dark regret.
My [D] spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set.
For we raised and killed, we stole your land, [C] we ruled with guns and knives.
[D] Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole [G] away your wives.
Said running Elk, what's done is [C] done, you white men ruled this land.
[D] So lay the cards face up and play your last [G] broken hearted game.
[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold on [D] the trail of the [Em] buffalo.
[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold [D] in the land of the [E] Navajo,
[D] in the land [Em] of the Navajo.
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[G] When you're dealing cards [C] with death, the Joker's wild at his time.
[D] Jack bit the Mississippi River, running Elk raced in the [G] sky.
Jack saw him with a sun and moon and up did where the stars.
Running Elk bit the [D] Rocky Mountains, the Jupiter [G] and Mars.
The sun was sinking in [C] the west when Jack drew the ace of spades.
[D] Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he [G] smiled and passed away.
Jack picked up his turquoise stones [C] and cast them to the sky.
[D] He stared into the setting sun and it made the [G] mortal cry.
[C] Oh, the [G] wind blows cold [D] on the trail of the buffalo.
[Em] [C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold [D] in the land of the Navajo,
[C] [D] in the land of the [E] Navajo, [C] in [D] the land of the [Em] Navajo.
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[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
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[D] in the land of [Em] the Navajo.
[G] A hundred miles from nowhere out [C] on the desert [D] sand,
will hijack the trader, held in purpose [G] in his hand.
By his side sat running Elk, his long time Indian friend.
[D] He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the day [G] it rains.
Jack could gamble everything [C] he owned to lead this wandering life.
[D] He might have had a happy home and a tender [G] loving wife.
But his hunger was for trading [C] trappers' furs for turquoise and stone.
[D] Anything but the Indian's head, Jack wanted for his [G] own.
[C] Oh, [G] the wind blows cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
[C] [D] in the land of [E] the Navajo.
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[G] Said Jack to running Elk, I'll [C] gamble all my possessions
[D] before I leave my body here among these bleaching [G] moans.
For now my time is drawing near and I'm [C] filled with dark regret.
My [D] spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set.
For we raised and killed, we stole your land, [C] we ruled with guns and knives.
[D] Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole [G] away your wives.
Said running Elk, what's done is [C] done, you white men ruled this land.
[D] So lay the cards face up and play your last [G] broken hearted game.
[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold on [D] the trail of the [Em] buffalo.
[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold [D] in the land of the [E] Navajo,
[D] in the land [Em] of the Navajo.
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[G] When you're dealing cards [C] with death, the Joker's wild at his time.
[D] Jack bit the Mississippi River, running Elk raced in the [G] sky.
Jack saw him with a sun and moon and up did where the stars.
Running Elk bit the [D] Rocky Mountains, the Jupiter [G] and Mars.
The sun was sinking in [C] the west when Jack drew the ace of spades.
[D] Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he [G] smiled and passed away.
Jack picked up his turquoise stones [C] and cast them to the sky.
[D] He stared into the setting sun and it made the [G] mortal cry.
[C] Oh, the [G] wind blows cold [D] on the trail of the buffalo.
[Em] [C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold [D] in the land of the Navajo,
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[C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
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[D] in the land of [Em] the Navajo.
_ [G] A hundred miles from nowhere out [C] on the desert [D] sand,
will hijack the trader, held in purpose [G] in his hand.
By his side sat running Elk, his long time Indian friend.
[D] He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the day [G] it rains.
Jack could gamble everything [C] he owned to lead this wandering life.
[D] He might have had a happy home and a tender [G] loving wife.
But his hunger was for trading [C] trappers' furs for turquoise and stone.
[D] Anything but the Indian's head, Jack wanted for his [G] own.
_ [C] Oh, [G] the wind blows cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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_ [C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
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_ [G] Said Jack to running Elk, I'll [C] gamble all my possessions
[D] before I leave my body here among these bleaching [G] moans.
For now my time is drawing near and I'm [C] filled with dark regret.
My [D] spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set.
For we raised and killed, we stole your land, [C] we ruled with guns and knives.
[D] Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole [G] away your wives.
Said running Elk, what's done is [C] done, you white men ruled this land.
[D] So lay the cards face up and play your last [G] broken hearted game.
_ [C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold on [D] the trail of the [Em] buffalo.
_ _ [C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold [D] in the land of the [E] Navajo,
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_ _ _ _ [G] When you're dealing cards [C] with death, the Joker's wild at his time.
[D] Jack bit the Mississippi River, running Elk raced in the [G] sky.
Jack saw him with a sun and moon and up did where the stars.
Running Elk bit the [D] Rocky Mountains, the Jupiter [G] and Mars.
_ The sun was sinking in [C] the west when Jack drew the ace of spades.
[D] Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he [G] smiled and passed away.
Jack picked up his turquoise stones [C] and cast them to the sky.
[D] He stared into the setting sun and it made the [G] mortal cry.
_ [C] Oh, the [G] wind blows cold [D] on the trail of the buffalo.
[Em] _ _ [C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold [D] in the land of the Navajo,
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[C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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[C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
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[D] in the land of [Em] the Navajo.
_ [G] A hundred miles from nowhere out [C] on the desert [D] sand,
will hijack the trader, held in purpose [G] in his hand.
By his side sat running Elk, his long time Indian friend.
[D] He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the day [G] it rains.
Jack could gamble everything [C] he owned to lead this wandering life.
[D] He might have had a happy home and a tender [G] loving wife.
But his hunger was for trading [C] trappers' furs for turquoise and stone.
[D] Anything but the Indian's head, Jack wanted for his [G] own.
_ [C] Oh, [G] the wind blows cold on the [D] trail of the buffalo.
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_ [C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold in [D] the land of the Navajo,
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_ [G] Said Jack to running Elk, I'll [C] gamble all my possessions
[D] before I leave my body here among these bleaching [G] moans.
For now my time is drawing near and I'm [C] filled with dark regret.
My [D] spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set.
For we raised and killed, we stole your land, [C] we ruled with guns and knives.
[D] Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole [G] away your wives.
Said running Elk, what's done is [C] done, you white men ruled this land.
[D] So lay the cards face up and play your last [G] broken hearted game.
_ [C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold on [D] the trail of the [Em] buffalo.
_ _ [C] Oh, the wind [G] blows cold [D] in the land of the [E] Navajo,
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_ _ _ _ [G] When you're dealing cards [C] with death, the Joker's wild at his time.
[D] Jack bit the Mississippi River, running Elk raced in the [G] sky.
Jack saw him with a sun and moon and up did where the stars.
Running Elk bit the [D] Rocky Mountains, the Jupiter [G] and Mars.
_ The sun was sinking in [C] the west when Jack drew the ace of spades.
[D] Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he [G] smiled and passed away.
Jack picked up his turquoise stones [C] and cast them to the sky.
[D] He stared into the setting sun and it made the [G] mortal cry.
_ [C] Oh, the [G] wind blows cold [D] on the trail of the buffalo.
[Em] _ _ [C] Oh, the wind blows [G] cold [D] in the land of the Navajo,
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