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Story behind the song
Visits to the Navajo reservation in Arizona, US.
Lyrics
THE SILVERSMITH
Born up in Kaibito, he was a Navajo silversmith
Raised on the reservation in sight of the Vermilion Cliffs
His spirit ran with the Colorado, he was as free as the air
Sure he came from the Badlands but there’s a lot o’ good people out there
It was in a crowded diner, just off the interstate
In Gallup, New Mexico, where he stopped off for a steak
She sat down at his table, it was the only seat
His eyes met hers as he lifted up his fork to eat
CHORUS: Just like a saint needs a sinner, like a wind needs to blow
Some lives are like rivers, they just got to flow
Like a road must be run, like a song must be sung
Some lives are like valleys where the river belongs
He could see she was from the city, she had a hunted look
She wished she had a dollar for every chance she took
It seemed she had no choice, asked him 'Are you headin’ west?'
He studied her face for half a minute before he answered yes’
Out on the Arizona two-lane, haulin’ route 264
He knew he was out of line, goin’ against his own laws
But there was something in her eyes and in the way she spoke
For he too had been alone one time in a world of steel and smoke
CHORUS
Beyond Second Mesa to where the Painted Desert lay
She never thought that she would ever get so far away
Near Cedar Ridge at sundown, he opened up his case
Smiling at the puzzled frown she had upon her face
He took out a silver bracelet, said I hope this is worth the risk’
It gleamed like the crystal stars as he placed it on her wrist
Sometimes freedom it will hide, sometimes it will seek
She felt she was waking up from a long and dreamless sleep
CHORUS
