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 @animal @drink filename[ INTOXRAT RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===