(c.w. mccall, b. fries, c. davis)

From the album wilderness



[c.w. clears his throat.]

Roy. by c.w. mccall.



[the only musical instrument heard is the plucking of a jew's harp.]

I had an old cat named roy.

He was a good ol' boy.

He used to go a-huntin', down by the lake,

Catch 'im a nice, fresh garter snake.

Bring 'im on back and then set in the grass,

Lookin' like he had 'im a green mustache.

Yeah, roy was a good ol' boy.



'til the dogs got 'im.