Story Behind the Song
Yes, there really was a 3-legged cat. His name was Nicholas, and he was the Doman family cat for many years. One day, he got run over by a car, and my dad (who is more of a dog person) was going to have him put to sleep. But certain members of my family reacted badly to this, so Dad paid the vet to amputate one of the cat's front paws. So the result was that we had a three-legged cat for many years; and if that doesn't imspire a song, what will? (Nick has now passed away, I'm afraid).
This recording is kind of contraversial amongst my multitudes of fans, because they're used to hearing me play this song solo. But I happen to like the full-band version better. So there. Anyway, give it a chance; the musicians are really rocking in this one.
Lyrics
3-legged little cat on the front porch, keeping mice away
blackness is all I can see, in front of me – that’s all that I can say
and my flop-eared little dog, he’s still fast asleep,
and the house is really quiet
and I can’t think of what to do in summertime, summertime
and I know it’s no use whining and complaining
about the lost equality
and I know it’s no use packing up and quitting
just ‘cause she’s flown away from me
you gotta move on, oh brother can’t you see
you gotta move on, that she was never meant for me
you gotta move on, oh brother can’t you see
can’t you see – that she is dead to me
sitting in the living room, sunlight on my face,
and my brother’s outside mowing
Danny’s watching MST in front of me,
And the flowers aren’t growing
And I’m sitting on the porch thinking silly things
That could never really happen
But I can’t think of what to do, in summertime, summertime
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John Doman
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