Navajo Lyrics critique- Folk Song

by Tyler Ragle
(Sacramento, California)

Navajo
(c)2011 Tyler Ragle

I had a friend lived just over the bridge
In a little old house up on Big River Ridge
Didn't say much, he would walk in the rain all alone
Liked a shot of rye whiskey, the Spanish guitar
Sang like the devil, smoked Havana cigars
Many a night he would play 'til his fingers did bleed

Kept a figurine doll above his fireplace
An Indian girl dressed in ribbons and lace
"A Navajo", he said, in the fiery light she was gold
I sat rapt on a footstool, he'd sing and he'd play
Of the dusty vaqueros down Mexico way
And the Indian girl with the eyes just as dark as the grave

Oh, Navajo.....
Oh Navajo, won’t you carry me home
Won’t you carry me home

He drove an '68 Buick with squeaky brakes
Back and forth into town, that vague look on his face
Neighbors would tell you he spoke to himself like a child
Didn't answer no questions, wouldn't tell you no lies
All you needed to know, you'd have to take from his eyes
And the Indian girl looking down like a ghost in the night

Oh, Navajo...
Oh, Navajo, won’t you carry me home
Won’t you carry me home

Last time I saw him, seems like yesterday
Clear to me as the water down in Banderas Bay
He was singing ‘bout sunsets
But the girl was nowhere to be seen
Now I wouldn't swear to it, but if you asked me I'd say
I think he's still alive, I think he got away
Somewhere the summer lights shining right down on his face

Oh Navajo..
Oh Navajo, won’t you carry me home
Won’t you carry me home