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!