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a time
When I was bolder
I'd chase the heels
Of any stranger
About to learn
About to learn

Cat's In a cage
Chained to a stone
Empty Bowl by his
soul, I'm only a rat
But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole."

His little old eyes begin to shine
And he capped up more and more
And it made
spend some time, stay alive
It'll take your heart and it'll steal your mind

Oh, they're just cats without claws
Never had a good reason
Never had a cause
all those times I was lonely
Praying for someday to hurry up and come and save me

But these are the good old days
These are the good old days
the water line
Don't separate hot and cold
She got stitched up bitchy by an old M.D
Now she's headed out to Hollywood or so I'm told

Now they call her
Just like Roy Montrell every time he hears hat mellow saxophone
The good old rockin' days will never come back
Except down at the place called
in iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin us to bring that beat back
Each generation thinks
The next one is wack
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
Just like Roy Montrell every time he hears hat mellow saxophone
The good old rockin' days will never come back
Except down at the place called
is a mean old world to live in,
And I can't face it all by myself, at all.
And, dogs begin to bark,
All over my neighborhood.
The dogs begin
is a mean old world to live in,
And I can't face it all by myself, at all.
And, dogs begin to bark,
All over my neighborhood.
The dogs begin
Just like Roy Montrell every time he hears hat mellow saxophone
The good old rockin' days will never come back
Except down at the place called
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The cats are sleeping here in the autumn sun.
Your dog has flushed a deer and he's on the run.
And the coffee cup is
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies

Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
Just like Roy Montrell every time he hears hat mellow saxophone
The good old rockin' days will never come back
Except down at the place called
and cat

Heart attack
Time to eat and pay
Cellulite won't wash away
You never knew if you'd been dead or
Just old
Sam hell never gets that cold
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
have never seen Jeannine

Now she's gone from me
Moved away from the old neighborhood
And I'm certain
She's gone for good

[Chorus]

Last time
Just like Roy Montrell every time he hears hat mellow saxophone
The good old rockin' days will never come back
Except down at the place called
the plucking of a Jew'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 'I'm a nice, fresh garter
to go to bed 
And the fire's all out and whoops goes the light 
Now you know the story of the old rigadoo 
So good night and God be with you says Little
the Good Year blimp
Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
So I can offer you a tummy
and played guitar in that terminal
We sure had a ball, must have played them all
It made the time go by.

You still live upstairs?
Your cats are all there
Skinny river kids swim in my mind
Hucklebums on cane-pole time
Give me those swamp river days again

Old memories out in the crick
Playin' hooky with