Way down in ol Kentucky Theres 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 ACuz hes 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 apluckin the strings He can make a deacon do the buckandwing 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 ragYou might also like
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