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. Away down South 'neath the old Southern moon, The possum's up a tree and the hounds've treed a coon They hitch up a buggy to the 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 Then holler hang on 'cause we ain't gonna drag. Now here's the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag. CHORUS [Thanks to Michael Brewer for tabs]