| Over the northern border |
| Up where it’s always been |
| Out in the great wheat ocean |
| There lives a great north wind |
| It blew around Katies' ankles |
| It blew all around her feet |
| Blew her mind into the snowdrift |
| Along the edges of the street |
| Katie did, Katie did |
| Katie did what had to be done |
| Katie did, Katie did |
| What she did was run |
| She ran down to the music |
| She ran down to the light |
| Feel the drumbeat movin' her feet |
| Made her just as high as a kite |
| She had been singing along with the records |
| Pretending she was in front of the band |
| She had a pretty good ear and legs up to here |
| When she did it she felt just grand |
| She went down to Chicago |
| She went down to LA |
| Sometimes no one listened sometimes they did |
| Sometimes she got to play |
| But sometimes she’d miss her wheatfield |
| A sky like a big blue bowl |
| Guitar would start talking to her heart |
| The girl was meant to rock and roll |
| Katie did, Katie did |
| Katie did what had to be done |
| Katie did, Katie did |
| Katie did what had to be done |
| Katie did, Katie did |
| Katie did what had to be done |