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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
	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