Yakety Axe

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 and a

Hair cut

Money don't matter as long as i scatter a little bit of

Happiness around

If people keep a grinnin' i figure i'm a winnin' my good old

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

I'm confessin' i never took a lesson, all my notes are a matter

Of guessin'

Hopin' they'll come out in some kinda 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

Now, a pick