Polecat Blues lyrics

I been feelin’ nasty, I even beat up my dog – I been feelin’ nasty, I even beat up my dog
And if things don’t better, gonna chuck it all in a hollow log
My clothes are funky, I haven’t got a pair of shoes. My clothes are funky, I haven’t got a pair of shoes
I got the mean, low-down, no-account, dirty, funky-ass polecat blues

Well the man said, “Baby, come and have a drink with me.” Well the man said, “Baby, come and have a drink with me.”
So I pulled out my pistol, I took a swig and shot him right through the knee (I was aimin’ high but I missed)

Oh, California, that’s where I long to be. Oh, California, that’s where I long to be
With the sun in my pocket, smokin’ weed, stay in bed and watch TV
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, you know I paid my dues. Oh, Lordy, Lordy, you know I paid my dues

I got the mean, low-down, no-account, dirty, funky-ass polecat blues
I got the mean, low-down, no-account, dirty, funky-ass polecat blues