GRAY CAT ON THE TENNESSEE FARM
(Uncle Dave Macon)

Good luck to the man who can if he will
Prosper in the valley of the Tennessee hills.

Oh the gray cat spit in the little cat's eye
Little cat, little cat, don't you cry

I do love liquor and I will take a dram
I'm going to tell you, pretty Polly Ann.

Cattle in the pasture, hogs in the pen,
Sheep in the field and wheat in the bin

Corn in the crib and porter in the yard
Meat in the smokehouse and a lard

Fruit in the cellar and cheese on the board
A big sack of coffee and sugar in the gourd.