lyrics-merle travis
poverty stricken but still i'm stickin'
to things i know to be facts
one day it's feathers and the next day chicken
while i'm pickin' my yakety axe
everybody says that i never will get far
keepin' out of work by pickin'this guitar
livin' on a shoestring puttin' off things
like a shave and a haircut
money don't matter as long as i scatter
a little bit of happiness around
if people keep grinnin' i figure i'm winnin'
with my good ole yakety sound
city slickers go around turnin' up their noses
countin' their greenbacks smellin' their roses
but i wouldn't quit my yakety axe
even for a t-bone
i'm confessin' i never took a lesson
all of my notes is a matter of guessin'
hopin' they'll come out in some sort of manner
that'll make a yakety sound
if you get in the mood and your feet start pattin'
you feel a little groovy and your hands start clappin'
then i've done what i've wanted to do a way back
i got you diggin' my yakety axe
1958, 1963, 1965 tree publishing co., inc.

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