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...