Well, there's two eggs up on the whiskey toast, home fries on the side, wash it down with
the roadhouse coffee, burns up your insides, you're just a canyon caller at the diner and
a waitress, I did love, I sat in the back beneath an old stuffed bear and I worn out
Navajo rug, now old Jack, the boss, he left at six, then it's Katie, bar the door, she'd
pull down that Navajo rug and she spread it across the floor, hey, I saw lightning cross
the sacred mountain, saw the moving turtle doves, when I was lying next to Katie on that
old Navajo rug, I, I, I, Katie, shades of red and blue, I, I, I, Katie, wherever it
became of the Navajo rug and you, Katie, shades of red and blue, well I saw old Jack about
a year ago, he said the place burned to the ground, and all I say with this old bear tooth,
Katie, she's left town, oh but Katie, she got her souvenir too, Jack's man, a tobacco
plug, well you should have seen her coming through the smoke, dragging that Navajo rug,
I, I, I, Katie, shades of red and blue, I, I, I, Katie, whatever it became of the Navajo
rug and you, so every time I cross the sacred mountains and lightning breaks above, it always
takes me back in time to my long lost Katie love, but everything keeps on a moving, everybody's
on the go, hey you don't find things that last anymore like an old Navajo, I, I, I, Katie,
shades of red and blue, I, I, I, Katie, whatever it became of the Navajo rug and you, Katie,
shades of red and blue, I, I, I, Katie, whatever it became of the Navajo rug and you, Katie,
shades of red and blue, I, I, I, Katie.