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This old barn cat
Is just as orn'ry as can be
He rules this red barn
Like the meanest S.O.B
He'd scratch a lamb
He'd chase a chicken up a tree
He scares the ram,
He scares the bull
He scares the dog
And he scares me
Me
What's pissed him off? No one knows
His life is good, between you and me
He sleeps all day, he croons all night
He lives a life that's full and free
Free
He struts this yard
More Emperor than King
If he had fingers
He'd make you kiss the ring
His subjects bow, as he walks by
His thrones become the front porch swing
Swing
He'll hiss and spray
He'll fight all day
He never plays
Unless he gets his way. His Way
He fights to win
And win he does
A life of sin, and bloody victories
His empire grows, the whole yard knows
His next of kin, will take the reins
To Reign
Now time has come
The old Tom slows
You can see it in his eyes
And the scars across his nose
This little yard, and big old world
And all the violence that it holds
It holds
It catches all the mighty
In it's endless throes
None of us immune
Even kings end up deposed
To one just day be gone, a new king in the yard
Although he seems familiar, but maybe not as hard
To start
Again
This old barn cat
Is just as orn'ry as can be
He rules this red barn
Like the meanest S.O.B
He'd scratch a lamb
He'd chase a chicken up a tree
He scares the ram
He scares the bull
He scares the dog
And he scares me
Me
Meow