Gunsmoke Trail

Gunsmoke trail oh tell me of days gone by

Though alone you still wind your way

All the ghostly horsemen ridin' as they speed the eastern mail

It's up to you to see them through gunsmoke trail gunsmoke trail

The gunsmoke now has faded from the blazing 44

The stagecoach is rusting on the hill

The wagon wheels you used to feel will sing their song no more

The sound of the caravan is still

Gunsmoke trail no traveler to care where you go

Sands of time are hard in your way

Bet if heaven ever let you you could tell a rugged tale

That's why I hate to see you fade gunsmoke trail

Bet if heaven ever let you you could tell a rugged tale

That's why I hate to see you fade gunsmoke trail (gunsmoke trail)