Salty Dog Rag - Red Foley

Away down yonder in the state of Arkansas

Where my great-grandpa met my great-grandma

They drink apple cider and they get on a jag

And 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 ragtime ditty and the rhythm don’t drag

Now here’s the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag

One foot front, drag it back

Then you start to ball the jack

You shake and you break and then you sag

If your partner zigs 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

Away down South 'neath the old Southern moon

The possum’s up a tree and the hounds treed a coon

They’ll hitch up the buggy to a broken down nag

And go out dancing to the Salty Dog Rag

They tune up the fiddle and they rosin up the bow

They strike a C chord on the old banjo

And holler hang on 'cause we ain’t gonna drag

Now here’s the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag

One foot front, drag it back

Then you start to ball the jack

You shake and you break and then you sag

If your partner zigs 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

One foot front, drag it back

Then you start to ball the jack

You shake and you break and then you sag

If your partner zigs 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