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)