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,  
F                                    A7 
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,  
F                              C         F 
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.  
F                                        A7 
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  
F                          C         F 
And dance all night to the Salty Dog Rag.