Stray Cat Blues (Live At The Roundhouse / 1971)

[Verse 1]

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs

I know you ain't no scared-eyed honey

There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs

[Refrain]

It's no hanging-man matter, no

It's no capital crime

[Verse 2]

I can see that you're thirteen years old

And I don't want your I.D

You look so goddamn lonesome so far from home, yeah

[Refrain]

It's no hanging-man matter

No, what's goin' on

It's no capital crime, yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah, you're a strange, stray cat

Yeah, don't you scratch like that

Yeah, yeah, you're a strange, stray cat

I bet your mama don't know that you bite like that

I bet she never saw you scratch my back

[Verse 3]

You look so lonesome, so far from home

Bet you already miss your mother

Don't look so scared, I'm not no mad-brained bear

[Refrain]

It's no hanging matter, no

Ain't no capital crime

All right

[Guitar solo]

[Verse 4]

You say you got a friend, she's wilder than you

Why don't you bring her upstairs?

If she's so wild, she can join in too, I tell ya

[Refrain]

Ain't no hanging matter, no

Ain't no capital crime

[Chorus]

Oh yeah, you're a strange, stray cat

Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that

Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange, stray cat

I bet your mother don't know-  No, no, no, no, no

I'll bet your mama never saw you scratch my back

I bet she never saw you can bite like that, ah yeah

Whoo!