Scat Cat

Well momma's in the kitchen cooking apple stew

Daddy's in the holler and he's cooking something too

Daddy makes the whiskey, momma say the prayer

I fly up and down the back roads

It's a family affair



And I know the day is coming

My luck will run its course

Gotta slow down with a woman

Ride a faster horse

If the bullet doesn't find me

They'll let me rot in jail

Scat cat, you've got gravy on your tail



Now the old man's hard on momma, but he's harder on his son

Momma always told me first chance that you get boy, cut and run

I got whiskey in the backseat, momma it'll be alright

I got one more run I've got to make, to Little Rock tonight



And I know the day is coming

My luck will run its course

Gotta slow down with a woman

Ride a faster horse

If the bullet doesn't find me

They'll let me rot in jail

Scat cat, you've got gravy on your tail



Now wrong ain't always wicked

But law ain't always right

If a young man has a breaking point

Then the lawman has a price

I let that sheriff catch me

Yeah I got a pistol too

I made him an offer that he could not refuse



We took that load of whiskey

We went to Little Rock

I left him handcuffed at the airport

Long term parking lot



And I knew the day was coming

My luck would run its course

Never slowed down with a woman

Never found a faster horse

But the bullet didn't find me

I ain't rotting in no jail

Scat cat, you've got gravy on your tail

Gravy, scat cat