oh the wind blows cold on the trail of the buffalo oh the wind blows cold in the land of the navajo in the land of the navajo a hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand one eyed jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand by his side sat running elk his longtime indian friend he vowed that he would stay by jack until the bitter end jack had gambled everything he owned to leave this wondering life he might have had a happy home and a tender loving wife but his hunger was for trading trapper s furs for turquoise stones anything that the indians had jack wanted for his own said jack to running elk i ll gamble all my precious stones before i leave my body here among these bleaching bones though now my time is drawing near and i m filled with dark regrets my spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set we raped and killed we stole your land we rule with guns and knives add whiskey to your waters while we stole away your wives said running elk what s done is done you white men rule this land so lay the cards face up and play your last broken hearted hand when your dealing cards with death the joker s wild the ace is high jack bet the mississippi river running elk raised him the sky jack saw him with the sun and room and upped him with the stars running elk bet the rocky mountains jupiter and mars the sun was sinking in the west when jack draw the ace of spades running elk just rolled his eyes and smiled and passed away jack picked up his turquoise stones and cast them to the sky he stared into the setting sun and made the mournful cry when your dealing cards with death the joker s wild the ace is high jack bet the mississippi river running elk raised him the sky jack saw him with the sun and room and upped him with the stars running elk bet the rocky mountains jupiter and mars