D
Away down yonder in the state of Arkansas
G
Where my great-grandpa met my great-grandma
C
They drink apple cider and they get on a jag,
FA7
And dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.
D
They play an old fiddle like you never heard before,
G
They play the only tune that they ever did know-
C
It's a ragtime ditty and the rhythm don't drag,
FCF
Now everybody's dancing to the Salty Dog Rag.
Chorus:
D7
One foot front, drag it back,
G7
Then you start to ball the jack.
C
You shake and you break and then you sag.
FA7
If your partner zigs, you're supposed to zag.
D7
Your heart is light, you tap your feet
G7
In rhythm with that ragtime beat.
C
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
FCF
And dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.