Well, let me tell you people 'bout a place I stay On the WWW line. There's a gent out there from old P.A. Built a site that's awful fine. Now old Maxie Spiegel said, "Ya gotta know, I'm gonna build me a place for the Folkies to go." MudCat town is the place to go, Thanks to Mister Spiegel He even made it legal! Maxie Spiegel's Mudcat show!
Baby if its blues that are on your mind MudCat is the thing for you! Just browse on over to the Mudcat sign And find yourself a clicky blue. You can pull up blues 'til the cows come home And run down the threads til your blues are gone
MudCat town is the place to go, Thanks to Mister Spiegel He even made it legal! Maxie Spiegel's Mudcat show!
If you wanna know the story of the farmer's wife Or the chords to "Buddy Have You Got a Dime?" Just come on down, and you bet your life, You'll get you an answer in record time. No use moaning, or feelin' blue, Baby, you can be a folkie too!
MudCat town is the place to go, Thanks to Mister Spiegel He even made it legal! Maxie Spiegel's Mudcat show!
We got a frozen folkie from the icey North Mister Skarpi from Reykjavik town And Andre from the far Argentine Where the gauchos lay their music down We've got folkies from Pamplona, and from Bayou Blue, Wales and Paris, and Dublin too!
Mudcat town is the place to go, Thanks to Mister Spiegel, He even keeps it legal! Maxie Spiegel's Mudcat town!
There's the pride of the beavers, the Canuck Kid, And his students playing bluegrass trills We've got cowgirls from Wyoming and from Ozland too, With knickers that just won't stand still! We've got whalers and sailors from the coast of Maine, Even got a Cajun gal from Pont-Chartrain,
Mudcat town is the place to go, Thanks to Mister Spiegel, He even keeps it legal! Maxie Spiegel's Mudcat town!