Scat Cat

Well momma's in the kitchen cooking apple stew
 Daddy's in the holler and he's cooking something too
 Daddy makes the whiskey, momma say the prayer
 I fly up and down the back roads
 It's a family affair
 And I know the day is coming
 My luck will run its course
 Gotta slow down with a woman
 Ride a faster horse
 If the 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 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've got to make, to Little Rock tonight
 And I know the day is coming
 My luck will run its course
 Gotta slow down with a woman
 Ride a faster horse
 If the 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
 But law ain't always right
 If a young man has a breaking point
 Then the lawman has a price
 I let that sheriff catch me
 Yeah 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 knew the day was coming
 My luck would run its course
 Never slowed down with a woman
 Never found a faster horse
 But the bullet didn't find me
 I ain't rotting in no jail
 Scat cat, you've got gravy on your tail
 Gravy, scat cat