Navajo Rug

Well, It's 3 eggs up

A whiskey toast and home fries on the side

You wash it down with a truck stop coffee

That burns up your inside

It was a (something) Colorado diner

A little waitress I did love

Well we sat in the back

Beneath a old stuffed bear

And a worn our Navajo rug

Well old jack, the boss, its close at 6

And its Katie bar the door

As she pulled down that Navajo rug

And spread it on the floor

Ya I saw lightening in the sacred mountains

I saw the dance of the turtle doves

When I was lying next to Katie on that old Navajo rug

Ay, ay, ay

Katie, shades of red and blue

Ay, ay, ay Katie

Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you, Katie?

Well I saw old jack about a year ago

He said the place burned to the ground

And all he'd saved was an old bear too

And Katie she left town

Oh but Katie she got her souvenir too jack spat out tobacco blood

He said you should have seen her running through the smoke

Hauling that navajo rug

And ay, ay, ay Katie

Shades of red and blue

Ay, ay, ay Katie

Whatever became of that Navajo rug and you, Katie?

So every time I cross the sacred mountains

Lightening breaks above

It always takes me back in time to my long lost

Katie love, oh but everything keeps a moving

And every bodies on the go

Well you don't find things that last anymore

Like a double woven Navajo

Ay, ay, ay Katie

Shades of red and blue

Ay, ay, ay Katie

Whatever became of that navajo rug and you, Katie?

Ay, ay, ay Katie

Shades of red and blue

Ay, ay, ay Katie

Whatever became of that navajo rug and you, Katie?