Mudcat Cafe Number 61 by Amos

Amos' Comments:  With glad heart, and great reverence, I dedicate that song to Big Joe King, a man to whom we all carry a great debt, for the placing of incredibly precious things in incredibly precious places at just the needed time . . . here's to you Big Joe -- I am grateful for what you have done.

Oh God told Maxwell, "Build me a Site!" 
Max says, "Chill, I been drinkin' all night" 
God say, "Tough." Max say, "What?" 
God say, "You can do what you want Max, but 
Just don't come knocking at no Pearly Gate!" 
Well Max says, "Just what d'ye want this site to say?" 
God says, "Let's just call it Mudcat Cafe."

Well Old Man Spaw he had a bloody nose 
Stuck in a ward with paper-towel clothes 
He asked the doctors, where can I go 
Doctor said there's only one place I know 
Where they'll still love you, when you're old and gray... 
Spaw sez, "Quick, man, show me the way!" 
Doc says, "It's down at the Mudcate Cafe".

Well Rick the Field said to Big Joe King, 
I got forty second-hand folkies who cain't sing 
And a ream of old Gibsons with broken strings 
Do you know where I can get rid of these things? 
And Big Joe said let me think if there ain't some way... 
And he hands old Rick a blue clicky piece of Cleigh 
"Just take it all down to that Mudcate Cafe".

Now the fifteenth newbie on the fortieth thread 
Said the jargon was gettin' stuck in her head 
And the Songbook scansion was ruining her night! 
So Troll said come here and step into the light... he says hmm you're right 
Let me tell the Gaelic Goddess, she'll make it all OK, 
But the Gaelic Goddess, she was having her way 
With a sad-eyed poet out at the Mudcat Cafe.