WOODY GUTHRIE


Guitar Rag Lyrics

Way down in ol' Kentucky
There's a fella mighty lucky
By the way he makes a guitar moan
Hangin' round singin' round a country store
Pickin' like a chicken pickin' up corn

And every gal in the county
Gathers all around him
'Cuz he's got rhythm in his bones
Their feet start jumpin', do the shuffle and drag
Every time they hear the rhythm of the guitar rag

He gets a moanin' tone, he makes it grumble and groan
When he gets to pickin' and a-pluckin' the strings
He can make a deacon do the buck-and-wing

All the fat and skinny does a little shimmy
And their heads start to wiggle and wag
Their feet start jumpin', do the shuffle and drag
Every time they hear the rhythm of the guitar rag

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Songwriter(s): Woody Guthrie, Merle Travis, Sarah Edna Martin, Sylvester Weaver
Copyright: Elvis Presley Music Inc., Woody Guthrie Publications Inc., MCA Music Publishing A.D.O. Universal S, Unichappell Music Inc.
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