Too Tite Rag

Guitar  Rag  -  Merle  Travis

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