Words by Glenn Spencer; Music by Rex Koury

Oh tell me of days gone by
Though alone, you still wind your way
Are the ghostly horsemen riding
As they speed the eastern mail
It's up to you to see them thru Gunsmoke trail

The Gunsmoke now has faded from the blazing fourty-fours!
The stage coach is rustin' 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 trav-'ler to care where you go
Sands of time are hiding 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