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 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