Honky Cat sing and play along

When I look back,

boy, I must have been green,

boppin' in the country,

fishin' in a stream,

lookin' for an answer,

tryin' to find a sign.

Until I saw your city lights,

honey, I was blind.

They said, "Get back,

honky cat.

Better get back to the woods."

Well, I quit those days and my

redneck ways and a,

hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,

oh, the change is gonna do me good.

"You better get back,

honky cat.

Livin' in the city ain't where it's at.

It's like tryin' to find gold in a

silver mine.

It's like tryin' to drink whiskey,

oh, from a bottle of wine."

Well, I read some books and I read some magazines about those highclass ladies down in

New Orleans, and all the folks back home,

well, they said I was a fool.

They said, "Oh, believin' the Lord

is the golden rule."

They said, "Get back,

honky cat.

Better get back to the woods."

But I quit those days and my

redneck ways and,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

oh, the change is gonna do me good.

They said, "Get back,

honky cat.

Better get back to the woods."

But I quit those days and my

redneck ways and,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

oh, the change is gonna do me good.

They said, They said,

"Stay at home,

boy, you gotta tend the farm.

Livin' in the city, boy, is is gonna break your heart."

But how can you stay when your heart says no?

Ah, ah, how can you stop when your feet say go?

"You better

Get back, honky cat,

get back, honky cat,

get back, ooh.

Get back, honky cat,

get back, honky cat,

get back, ooh.