It’s a long way from New York to Nashville, and even further to the Keys

But there is one thing that keeps me going, one thing that will satisfy me, its

Chorus: Hemingway’s Cats they’re Wichita black and they’re so filled with Attitude

Before I was born they were roaming the Streets and hangin’ on Hemingway’s Lawn

I don’t always know what they are thinking, and I don’t always understand what they say, and every bar I’ve ever been into, drinking, they say this was there favourite place to play

They say

Chorus: Hemingway’s Cats they’re Wichita black and they’re so filled with Attitude

Before I was born they were roaming the Streets and hangin’ on Hemingway’s Lawn

Now Papa was a traveling man, and he wrote in search of his own soul, the boy from the oaks of Illanois wrote a legend tall and bold

Chorus: Hemingway’s Cats they’re Wichita black and they’re so filled with Attitude

Before I was born they were roaming the Streets and hangin’ all over the lawn

Those six fingered freaks out roaming the streets and hanging all over the lawn

Hemingway’s cat’s roaming free.