My old leather boots are covered in prairie dust, That rusty pickup truck is fading into rust. I'm pouring out my whiskey, staring at the empty porch, For my little furry buddy, I’m carrying a torch. It’s been three long days since he vanished in the plain, Oh, this damn spring is driving me insane. His food bowl is empty, my saddle’s feeling cold, Without him on the ranch, I'm just broken and old. I’d trade my best Winchester just to hold him tight, Feed him a saucer of milk and press him to my chest tonight. I've lost my cat, I lost everything I am, even my name! I'm wandering a ghost town in a losing game. Where are you roaming, my little whiskered boy? Come on back to the ranch, you were my only joy. Yeah, I've lost my cat, I lost everything I am, even my name... I searched the whole barn, even asked the appaloosa, Without my little lion, I'm just a born loser. Even ol' Blue the hound dog won't howl at the moon, He knows my aching heart is an empty, silent room. This damn springtime sorrow's got me drinking bourbon neat, Just waiting for the pitter-patter of his little feet. I've lost my cat, I lost everything I am, even my name! I'm wandering a ghost town in a losing game. Where are you roaming, my little whiskered boy? Come on back to the ranch, you were my only joy. Three nights of weeping, three days of grief, I begged the western wind for a little relief. I was saddling my mare to ride off in the gray, When I heard a little scratchin' near the bales of hay... I swung open the barn door, and there he stood! Looking mighty smug, like a tomcat should. He’s been out doing his "cat business" on the prowl, Strutting back home with a satisfied meowl! Oh, this damn spring and his wild March romance, He was living like a king, making the lady cats dance! Oh, you little rascal, you're back by my side! My cat's come home, and so has my pride! I found my cat, I found everything I am, I got back my name! Alright, boy, tell me all about your cat business... Let's get you that bowl of food.
