Navajo Wrangler - Chris Ledoux

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

He’s a Navajo wrangler an Indian cowboy bridles and saddles just get in his way

There ain’t another on the whole reservation

Like the Navajo wrangler from canyon to shay

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

He’s a Navajo wrangler…

He’s a Navajo wrangler…