INTOXICATED RAT



The other night when I came in

So drunk I could not see

I got tangled up in the old door mat

Fell flat as I could be

I had had me a little bottle of rum

And I didn't have any more

The cap fell off when I fell down

And I spilled it on the floor



A rat came out of his hiding place

He got that whiskey scent

He ran right up and he got a little shot

And back to his hole he went

Back to his hole he went

Right back to his hole he went

He ran right up and he got a little shot

And back to his hole he went

The rat came out of his hole again

Sidled up to the rum on the floor

He was a little bit shy, but he winked one eye

Then he got him a little bit more



And he didn't go back to his hole that time

But he stayed by that puddle of gin

And he said, "Doggone my pop-eyed soul

I'm gonna get drunk again"



Well, he washed his face with his front feet

And on his hind legs sat

And with a twisted smile and a half-closed eye

Said, "Where's that doggone cat?"

And he didn't go back to his hole

He said, "Doggone my soul

But I'm only a rat but a doggone cat

Can't run me back to my hole



Well, his little old eyes began to shine

As he lapped up more and more

And it made me glad that I had stumbled

And spilled it on the floor



But soon the puddle of rum was gone

And I didn't have any more gin

And the little old rat was a-having a time

When the old tomcat walked in



Well the cat made a pass and the rat made a dash

His boldness faded thin

Well the cat jumped over and the rat got sober

Ran back to his hole again

Ran back to his hole again

Ran back to his hole again

Well the cat jumped over and the rat got sober

Ran back to his hole again



Recorded by Doc Watson

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