Clayton McMichen and his Wildcats is going to be at the bar tonight. If I hadn't joined that old church, I could go down. You might as well go on. Where your treasures is, there your heart is also.

And I'd seen a little old girl down below the hill there where I'd been working. And she come out of there. And I was standing at the door, knocked at the door, and she come to the door. And she was some of these here wildcat players, you know. Like this bunch they had to have arrested down here in Phoenix last night, I believe it was, doing this new perversion of rock and roll, or twisters, or ever what it was. And they had to get the cops to come get them.

And she started across the floor and she had that old radio on, and this here Clayton Matt Mitchell, or ever what, some kind of one of these here Georgia tom cats, wild cats, or something like that... She had some kind of a .. just sawing this old fiddle, you know, going, playing that little song about five foot two and covered over with furs and all that kind of nonsense. (NOTE: “five foot two and covered over with furs” – the words from a popular song at the time).