Navajo Rug

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 Canon, 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?