Well it′s two eggs up on whiskey toast, home fries on the side, Wash it down with road house coffee, burns up your insides, Just a canyon Colorado diner, and a waitress I did love, I sat in the back neath an old stuffed bear, and a worn out navajo rug. Now old Jack, the boss, he left at six, and it's Katie bar the door, She′d pull down that navajo rug, and spread it across the floor, Hey I saw lightning cross, the sacred mountains, saw woven turtle doves, I was lying 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 Navjo rug and you Katie, shades of red and blue. Well I saw old Jack, about a year ago, said the place burned to the ground, And all I saved was this old bear tooth, and Katie, she left town, Ah, but Katie got her souvenir to; Jack spat a tobacco plug, Well you should have seen her comin through the smoke,
Draggin that Navajo rug, e Aye, aye, aye, Katie, shades of red and blue, Aye, aye, aye, Katie, whatever became of the Navajo rugh and you. So everytime 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 moving, and everybodys on the go, Hey, you don't find things that last anymore, like an old woven Navajo, Aye, aye, aye, Katie, shades of red and blue, Aye, aye, aye, Katie, whatever became of the Navajo rug and you, Katie, shades of red and blue, Aye, aye, aye, Katie, whatever became of the Navajo rug and youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
