Letras
Way down in old Kentucky, there's a man mighty lucky
From the way he makes a guitar moan
Keeps a-hangin' 'round, singin' 'round the country store
Pickin' like a chicken, pickin' up corn
Every gal in the county gathers all around him
He's got rhythm in his bones
Well, the feet start scootin' and a-shufflin' drag
When they hear the rhythm of the guitar rag
He gets a moanin' tone
Makes a grumble and groan
He can make a jackrabbit chase a hound
He can make the deacon lay the good book down
Well, all the fat and the skinny does a little shimmy
Their head starts to wiggle and wag
And the feet start scootin' and a-shufflin' drag
When they hear the rhythm of the guitar rag
Go, boy
He gets a moanin' tone
Makes a grumble and groan
Well, he can make a jackrabbit chase a hound
He can make the deacon lay the good book down
Well, all the fat and the skinny does a little shimmy
And their head starts to wiggle and wag
Their feet start scootin' and a-shufflin' drag
When they hear the rhythm of the guitar rag