(c.w. mccall, b. fries, c. davis)
From the album wilderness

[c.w. clears his throat.]
Roy. by c.w. mccall.

[the only musical instrument heard is the plucking of a jews 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 im a nice, fresh garter snake.
Bring im on back and then set in the grass,
Lookin like he had im a green mustache.
Yeah, roy was a good ol boy.

til the dogs got im.