From the recording Country Homecoming
Lyrics
Morning sun through the kitchen door
Flower on the table, wood floor
Coffee brewing, old guitar
And my little black cat by the jar
Tail up high like he runs the place
Looking at me with that sweet face
Every good song I ever had
Started with me and my little black cat
My little black cat’s my lucky charm
Sits by my guitar on this old farm
Helps me write songs and bake apple pies
With sugar and cinnamon and sunrise
My husband just laughs at us
But I don’t wanna hear that fuss
Every good thing I’ve ever had
Started with love and my little black cat
When the words won’t come to me
He curls up close so quietly
I play a chord and sing a line
And somehow it all feels right in time
He watches me like he understands
Every note from these old hands
Every song I’ve ever had
Came from the luck of my little black cat
My little black cat’s my lucky charm
Sits by my guitar on this old farm
Helps me write songs and bake apple pies
With sugar and cinnamon and sunrise
My husband just laughs at us
But I don’t wanna hear that fuss
Every good thing I’ve ever had
Started with love and my little black cat