Navajo Rug

Ian Tyson/Tom Russell
 Well it's two eggs up on whiskey toast
 Home fries on the side,
 You wash her down with the roadhouse coffee
 that burns up your inside,
 It's just a canyon, Colorado diner,
 A waitress I did love,
 We sat in the back 'neath an old stuffed bear,
 A worn out Navajo rug.
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Shades of red and blue
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you?
 Well, old Jack the boss, he left at six
 It was, 'Katie, bar the door'.
 She'd pull down that Navajo rug
 And we'd spread it across the floor,
 I saw lightning frame the sacred mountains
 The wooing of the turtle doves
 Just Iying next to Katie,
 On that old Navajo rug.
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Shades of red and blue
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you?
 Well, I saw old Jack about a year ago,
 Said the place burned to the ground,
 All he saved was an old bear tooth
 And Katie she left town,
 Well, Katie, got a souvenir too,
 Jack smiled as he spit out a big old plug,
 Well, you shoulda seen her coming through the smoke
 She was dragging that Navajo rug.
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Shades of red and blue
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you?
 So every time I cross the sacred mountains
 And lightning jumps above,
 It always takes me back in time
 To my long lost Katie love,
 You know everything keeps on a moving
 Everybody's on the go,
 Hey, you don't find things that last anymore
 Like a hand-woven Navajo.
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Shades of red and blue
 Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
 Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you!