Ian Tyson Navajo Rug
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,
On worn out Navajo rug.
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 lying next to Katie,
On that old Navajo rug.
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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 this old bear tooth
And Katie she left town,
Ah but, Katie, got her souvenir too,
Jack smiled as he spit out a big old plug,
Well, you shoulda seen her coming through the smoke
Dragging that Navajo rug.
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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,
You know everything keeps on a moving
Everybody's on the go,
Hey, you don't find things that last anymore
Like a double-woven Navajo.
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