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Sam the Cat Cat Cat

Sam the cat cat cat

He knows where it's at

Got a feather in his hat

But he don't know where his hat is at!

Did he leave it at the flat?

Or at the laundrymat?

O, "woe is me" is where that cat is at.

 

He's been searching high

(he's a searching kind of guy)

He'll find it by-and-by

No, he won't let that hat matter lie.

Sam is stinking mad.

Best **** hat he's had!

He wants his favorite feathered cat-hat back!

No lie!

 

(The guy who stole his hat

Is a stinkin' rat)

He'll have to face up to the claws of

Sam the cat cat cat, yeah,

Sam the cat cat cat, mrowl!

Sam the meanest big ol' fat cat

Sam the Cat Cat Cat!

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Written by
timothy-mooney
American
Published
Jan 30, 2011
Lines·Words
22·129
Notes

4x4 time, syncopated flat-top picking.    A minor/E major.   "Tom Waits on a bad day" voice.

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