歌曲 | Guitar Rag |
歌手 | Merle Travis |
专辑 | Strictly Guitar |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
â€~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 |
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 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 rag |
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 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 rag |