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)