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 honeys
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs

[Refrain]
But 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
Alright

[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!