Polecat Blues Songtext
von Sylvester Weaver

I went a-huntin′, took my gun and dog along
I went a-huntin', took my dog and gun along
I smelled a curious odor, I knowed there was something wrong


My dog seen something pretty and run it up a dogwood tree
My dog seen something pretty, run it up a dogwood tree
But something told me, "Go ′way and let that rascal be"

I called him, "Kitty, kitty, come down from where you are at"
I called him, "Kitty, kitty, come down from where you are at"
But when he got down, I knowed that thing was no cat

I went to see the gypsy, saw the hoodoo doctor too
I went to the gypsy, saw the hoodoo doctor too
They said, "That poor cat's on you and there is nothing I can do"