Sentient Cement Coverpile - American Folk

Turkey In The Straw - American Folk

b-a-g g-a-g-/D /B-/C-/D-e-/D-/B-/D g-a-b b b-a g-a-b a a
b-a-g g-a-g-/D /B-/C-/D-e-/D-/B-/D g-a-b d d-b g-a-b-g-a g
/b-d b-d /b-d b-d   /c-e /c-e    e-f#-g g d-d b-d-b a
g-a b-d-d-e-d-b g-a b-g-a g G-||-||-| -||-||

      G
As I was a-goin' on down the road
                                       D7
With a tired team and a heavy load
G
I cracked my whip and the leader sprung .
                                            D7       G-||-||-| -||-||
The sore hoss busted the wagon tongue . . . .

Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell
But the horses run away . broke the wagon all to hell
Sugar in the gourd . and honey in the horn
Ain't never been so happy since the day I was born .

{Refrain:
G                                                   /A/B
Turkey in the straw . turkey in the hay .
C
Turkey in the straw . turkey in the hay
G                                                               D7
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw
             G                                                  D7     G
And ya twist 'em up a tune call it turkey in the straw }

[Confederation of Chordation] A-|-|||-|-|-|||
          A
Well I came to a river and I couldn't get across
                                          E7
So I paid five dollars for a blind old hoss

           A
But he wouldn't go ahead nor he wouldn't stand still
                                                      E7 A-||-||-| -||-|| B|--||--
Just went up and down like an old saw mill . . . .

B
Then I met Mr. Catfish comin' down the stream
                                     F#       |
Says Mr. Catfish what do you mean
B
Caught Mr. Catfish by the snout
                                                    F#   B-||-||-| -||-||
Then I turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out

[REFRAIN] (C . . /D e F . . . C . . . G7 C . . . . G7   C)
C|--||--

         /D D...
Oh I had a southern belle and she talked so good
                                       A7
But one of her legs was made of wood
        D
Lawd her hair was false and her teeth was too
                                      A7               D-||-||-| -||-||
And there weren't nuthin' fer me to do . . . .
              E
Do your balls hang low . do they dangle to and fro
                                                              B7    |
Can ya tie 'em in a knot . can ya tie 'em in a bow
              /E          E
Do they swing in stormy weather are they chaffing under leather
                      B7    E    /F# /G#
Do your balls hang low

[REFRAIN] (A . . /B /C# D . . .A . . . E7 A . . . . E7 A(sust)..... /A

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Written by America.
The above is JC's special mashup of various variations.

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