| Song | Guitar Rag |
| Artist | Merle Travis |
| Album | Strictly Guitar |
| Download | 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 |