The Salty Dog Rag
A: Fiddle lead: 8 bars
B: Way down yonder in the state of Arkansas. Where my great grandpa met my great grandma
They break out the cider and they get on a jag; They dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag;
They play an old fiddle like you never heard before; They play the only tune that they ever did know
It's a rag time ditty and the rhythm don't lag; Now here's the way you dance to The Salty Dog Rag;
C: (Chorus) One foot front; then drag it back; Then you start to ball the jack
You shake and you break, and then you sag; If your partner zigs then you're supposed to zag;
Your heart is light, you tap your feet in rhythm with that ragtime beat.
Just pack up your troubles in your old kit bag; And dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.
B: Fiddle Lead for 16 bars: play A,A or B,B.
B: Away down South 'neath the old Southern Moon; A possums up a tree and the hounds treed a coon
They'll hitch up a buggy to a broken down nag; And go out dancin' to the Salty Dog Rag;
They tune up the fiddle, ant they rosin up the bow and strike, a "C" Chord on the old banjo
Then holler: "Hang on 'cause we ain't gonna drag"; Now here's the way you dance to The Salty Dog Rag