The Songs He Sang
The Intoxicated Rat: Lyrics
As performed by Cisco Houston
Dorsey Dixon/J.E. Mainer (though Dr. Logsdon disagrees)Appears on:
Well the other night when I come home, As drunk as I could be I got tangled up in the old doormat Fell flat as I could be Well I had me a little old bottle of rum And I didn't have any more And the cap flew off when I went down And I spilled it in the floor Then a rat came out from his hiding place And he got that whiskey scent And he ran right up and got a little shot And back to his hole he went Back to his hole he went Right back to his hole he went He ran right up and got a little shot And back to his hole he went Then the rat come out of his hole once more Sidled up to the rum on the floor He was a little bit shy But he winked one eye And then he got him a little bit more And he didn't go back to his hole that time But he stayed by the puddle of gin And he said "Doggone my pop-eyed soul, I'm gonna get drunk again!" And he didn't go back to his hole He said, "Doggone my soul, I'm only a rat But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole." Well he washed his face with his front feet And on his hind legs he sat With a twisted smile and a half-closed eye Said, "Where's that doggone cat?" And he didn't go back to his hole But he said, "Doggone my soul, I'm only a rat But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole." Well his little old eyes begin to shine And he lapped up more and more And it made me glad that I had stumbled And spilled it on the floor But soon the puddle of rum was gone And I didn't have any more gin And the little old rat was a-having a time And the old tom cat come in Well the cat made a pass And the rat made a dash His boldness faded thin The cat jumped over And the rat got sober And back to his hole again Ran back to his hole again Ran back to his hole again Well, that cat jumped over And the rat got sober And back to his hole again
Called "The Intoxicated Rat" on the CCD, Hard Travelin' shows it as "The Drunken Rat." Either way, the saga of the inebriated rodent is another superlative performance, a tale told with enough self-deprecating humor that we enjoy it without thinking the performer a buffoon. Like The Strawberry Roan and Talking Guitar Blues, Cisco unravels a lengthy tale with enough poetry to disguise the rather profound philosophy buried in its two minutes. A great song, wonderfully done.