Roots Music Report

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Dog Cat Elliot was a dude I used to know

A drunken old man who liked his blow

Couldn’t read or write his name

Didn’t matter much to me, it was all the same

Dog Cat where are you son

Bet you be lookin’ down the barrel of a gun

Said he had a stroke from workin’ in the heat

Invited him in to take a seat

Claimed it was hot as hell outside

But I knew his story was a big fat lie

Dog Cat where are you son

Bet your wife said it was one and done

Ya see, that old fool kept a still in the woods

Possum jumped in and burned up real good

Didn’t stop him from drinking that mountain dew

What else for a broken down lush to do

Dog Cat where are you son

Lawman be  comin’, you better run

Now one thing I learned a long time ago

Drinkin’ poisoned whisky is a big fat no

It’ll eat up your innards and go straight to your head

Next thing ya know you be sweatin’ in bed

Dog Cat where are you son

Preacher man said you ain’t no nun

And that’s where this miserable tale ends

Dog Cat Elliot lay cold and dead

Prostrated himself right there in the grass

Stiff as a board out flat on his ass

Dog Cat where are you son

I sure bet you be havin’ lots a fun