Between Gallup and Shiprock, he was born in a HoganAnd his spirit was as free as an eagle fliesDeep in the canyons out in ArizonaHe broke his first pony before he turned fiveHe learned how to hide in the branches of the canyonsThe young riders herded the wild horses byThen quick as a bobcat he closed in the willowsAnd a new crop of Mustangs were waitin' insideHe's a Navajo wrangler, an Indian cowboyBridles and saddles just get in his wayThere ain't another on the whole reservationLike the Navajo wrangler from canyon de ChellyHe never breaks horses with his spurs or a saddleJust uses a blanket and a firm gentle handHe's known far and wide from Chinle to Red RockAnd there ain't a horse he can't ride on the Navajo landHe's a Navajo wranglerHe's a Navajo wrangler