Missing the Mudcat on the Banks of the Ohio by BSeed

I met my Baby on a thread;
Our souls are one, that's what she said.
She said she'd always be with me,
But the Mudcat's down--where can she be?

(Cho.)
Max, only say you'll bring 'em back:
Without the 'Cat, what good's my Mac?
Each time a weekend rolls around,
I'm all alone, 'cause the threads are down.

We always met, my Baby and me,
At the topmost thread just after three.
We'd play thread-tag 'til time for bed,
But not tonight, 'cause the threads are dead.

It's Friday night, and I'm alone,
All I can do is weep and moan,
All I can do is cry the blues,
My Baby's gone, nuthin' left to lose.