Well, there's two eggs up on the whiskey toast, home fries on the side, wash it down withthe roadhouse coffee, burns up your insides, you're just a canyon caller at the diner anda waitress, I did love, I sat in the back beneath an old stuffed bear and I worn outNavajo rug, now old Jack, the boss, he left at six, then it's Katie, bar the door, she'dpull down that Navajo rug and she spread it across the floor, hey, I saw lightning crossthe sacred mountain, saw the moving turtle doves, when I was lying next to Katie on thatold Navajo rug, I, I, I, Katie, shades of red and blue, I, I, I, Katie, wherever itbecame of the Navajo rug and you, Katie, shades of red and blue, well I saw old Jack abouta 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 tobaccoplug, 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 Navajorug and you, so every time I cross the sacred mountains and lightning breaks above, it alwaystakes me back in time to my long lost Katie love, but everything keeps on a moving, everybody'son 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.