Yakety axe Songtext / Lyric

Poverty stricken but still I´m a stickin´ to the things I know to be facts
one day it´s feathers and the next day chicken while I´m pickin´ my yakety axe
ev´rybody says that I never will get far
keepin´ out of work by pickin´ this guitar
livin´ on a shoe-string, puttin´off things
like a shave anda hair-cut

Money don´t matters as long as I scatter
a little bit of happiness around
If people keep a grinnin´.
I figure I´m a a-winnin´my good ole yakety sound
City folks go around turnin´ up their noses
and countin´ their greenbacks and smellin
´their roses
but I wouldn´t trade my yakety axe
even for a T-Bone

Í´m confessin´ I never took a lesson
all my notes are a matter of guessin
´hopin´ they´ll come out in some kind of manner
that´ll make the yakety sound

So if you´re in the mood and your feet start tappin´
and you feel laid back and your hands start clappin´
then I´ll have done what I wanted to from way back
you´re diggin´ my yakety axe

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