(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.