(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 j**'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 gra**, Lookin' like he had 'im a green mustache. Yeah, roy was a good ol' boy. 'til the dogs got 'im.