Salty Dog Rag

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. 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.