Jerry Jeff Walker - Navajo rug

Well it's two ^Geggs up on whiskey toast Home ^Amfries on the side, You wash ^Cher down with the roadhouse coffee That burns ^Dup your inside, It's just a can^Gyon, Colorado diner, A wai^Ctress I did love, ^CWe sat in the back 'neath an old stuffed bear, ^DA worn out Navajo rug.

Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CShades of red ^Dand blue Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CWhatever became of the Navajo rug ^Gand you^{Em D}

^DWell, old Jack ^Gthe boss, he left at six It was, 'Katie, ^Ambar the door'. She'd ^Cpull down that Navajo rug And we'd spread it ^Dacross the floor, I saw light^Gning frame the sacred mountains The wooing ^Cof the turtle doves ^CJust Lying next to Katie, On ^Dthat old Navajo rug.

Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CShades of red ^Dand blue Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CWhatever became of the Navajo rug ^Gand you^{Em C D}

^GWell, I saw old Jack about a year ago, ^AmSaid the place burned to the ground, ^CAll he saved was an old bear tooth ^DAnd Katie she left town, ^GWell, Katie, got a souvenir too, Jack smiled ^Amas he spit out a big old plug, ^CWell, you shoulda seen her coming through the smoke ^DShe was dragging that Navajo rug.

Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CShades of red ^Dand blue Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CWhatever became of the Navajo rug ^Gand you^{Em C D}

^GSo every time I cross the sacred mountains ^AmAnd lightning jumps above, ^CIt always takes me back in time ^DTo my long lost Katie love, ^GYou know everything keeps on a moving ^AmEverybody's on the go, ^CHey, you don't find things that last anymore ^DLike a hand-woven Navajo.

Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CShades of red ^Dand blue Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CWhatever became of the Navajo rug ^Gand you..^EmKatie

^CShades of red ^Dand blue Aye ^Gaye aye, ^EmKatie ^CWhatever became of the Navajo rug ^Gand you ^{Em C}Whatever became of the Navajo rug ^Gand you