Intoxicated Rat

The other night when I came in
So drunk I could not see
I got tangled up in the old door mat
Fell flat as I could be
I had had me a little bottle of rum
And I didn't have any more
The cap fell off when I fell down
And I spilled it on the floor

A rat came out of his hiding place
He got that whiskey scent
He ran right up and he got a little shot
And back to his hole he went
Back to his hole he went
Right back to his hole he went
He ran right up and he got a little shot
And back to his hole he went
The rat came out of his hole again
Sidled up to the rum on the floor
He was a little bit shy, but he winked one eye
Then he got him a little bit more

And he didn't go back to his hole that time
But he stayed by that puddle of gin
And he said, "Doggone my pop-eyed soul
I'm gonna get drunk again"

Well, he washed his face with his front feet
And on his hind legs sat
And with a twisted smile and a half-closed eye
Said, "Where's that doggone cat?"
And he didn't go back to his hole
He said, "Doggone my soul
But I'm only a rat but a doggone cat
Can't run me back to my hole

Well, his little old eyes began to shine
As he lapped up more and more
And it made me glad that I had stumbled
And spilled it on the floor

But soon the puddle of rum was gone
And I didn't have any more gin
And the little old rat was a-having a time
When the old tomcat walked in

Well the cat made a pass and the rat made a dash
His boldness faded thin
Well the cat jumped over and the rat got sober
Ran back to his hole again
Ran back to his hole again
Ran back to his hole again
Well the cat jumped over and the rat got sober
Ran back to his hole again

Recorded by Doc Watson
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