Black Cat Blues

I got a big black cat who sits in my back door
He catches every rat run across my floor
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn’t sell that cat to save your soul
If it wasn’t for that cat, I wouldn’t know what I would do
Rats cutting up all of my clothes and shoes
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn’t sell that cat to save your soul
I been had this old cat, now, for three, four years
Didn’t nobody want him till I brought him here
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty