Toby Keith Scat Cat lyrics

Well mama's in the kitchen cooking Irish stew
Daddy's in the holler and he's cooking something too
Daddy makes the whiskey and mama 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
Or 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 mama
But he's harder on his son
Mama always told me first chance that you get boy cut and run
I got whiskey in the backseat, mama it'll be alright
I got one more run I got to make to Little Rock tonight

And I know the day is coming
My luck will run its course
Got to slow down with a woman
Or 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 law ain't always wicked
The law ain't always right
If a young man has a breaking point
Every 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
And 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