Saturday, December 20, 2008

I'm mighty certain i bought this here rug a few times. . ^&$%W!@(#)$*



NAVAJO RUG
Ian Tyson

Well it's two eggs up on whiskey toast
Home fries on the side,
Wash it down with roadhouse coffee
Burns up your inside,
It's 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 she spread it on the floor,
Hey, I saw lightning 'cross the sacred mountains
Saw woven turtle doves
When I was Iying next to Katie,
On that old Nauajo rug.

Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
Shades of red and blue
Aye, aye, aye, Katie,
Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you?

I saw old Jack about a year ago,
He said the place burned to the ground,
And all I saued was this here old bear tooth
And Katie she's left town,
But Katie, she got her souvenir too,
Jack spit a tobacco plug,
You shoulda seen her coming through the smoke
With that old Navajo rug.

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,
But everything keeps on a moving
And everyone's on the go,
You don't find things that last anymore
Like an old woven Navajo.