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-||-||-| -||-||
Then yer hoss busted the wagon tongue . . . .
big ' - (one breath verse comin' up)
G
Well I came to a river and I couldn't get across
                                     D7
So I paid five dollars for a blind old hoss
G
But he wouldn't go ahead nor he wouldn't stand still
                                                     D7          G-||-||-| -||-||
Just went up and down like an old saw mill . . . .

      G
Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell
                                                   D7
Then horses ran away broke the wagon all to hell
G
Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn
                                                         D7            G-||-||-| -||-||
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 }

G
Oh I had a girl and she was good
                                       D7
But one of her legs was made of wood
G
Her hair was false and her teeth was too
                                      D7               G-||-||-| -||-||
And there wasn't much fer me to do . . . .

       G
My gal says I'm just like a goose
                                     D7
'Cause I chew snus to beat the duke
G
What's the use to chew that snus
                                      D7           G-||-||-| -||-||
When ya got to spit out most o' the juice . . . .

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Written by America.
The above is JC's mashup of a few older versions.

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