Toby Keith - Scat Cat lyrics

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 knew the day was coming My luck would run its course Never slowed down with a woman Never found a faster horse But a bullet didn’t find me I ain’t rotting in no jail Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail Gravy, scat cat