Most Mudcatters think pretty highly of Max, the Mudcat’s publisher.  This is mainly on account of the fact that Max keeps his mouth shut unless he has something to say. Most Mudcatters aren’t like this, and it startles ‘em something wicked. This song was written as a gift for Max to be included in the Mudcat CD’s, and was recorded by a series of Mudcatters from points all around the globe, and played better by far than I do it here.  This is the rough cut original.