Scat Cat - Toby Keith

Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew

Daddy’s in the hollow and he’s cooking something too

Daddy makes a whiskey, momma say the prayer

I fly up and down the backroads

It’s a family affair

And I know the day is coming

My luck will run its course

Got to slow down with a woman

Ride a faster horse

If a 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 my 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 got to make, a little rough tonight

And I know the day is coming

My luck will run its course

Got to slow down with a woman

Ride a faster horse

If a 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

Law ain’t always right

If a young man has a breaking point

Then the lawman has a price

I let the sheriff catch me

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 know the day is coming

My luck will run its course

Got to slow down with a woman

Ride a faster horse

If a bullet doesn’t find me

They’ll let me rot in jail

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail