| Been runnin' around, seen many a town
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| So maybe you’ll find I’m the kind of guy that brags
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| But listen to me, and see if you don’t agree
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| No melody rolls like that old steel guitar rag
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| And when they slide that thing, along those strings
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| It sounds so doggone heavenly, you hear the angels sing
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| When you start your feet, your heart will beat
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| A rhythm to that old steel guitar rag
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| You may be kinda choosy 'bout the kinda songs you hear
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| You may like songs that’s blusey, makes you cry right in your beer
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| But if you’d like a song that’s bound to drive away your tears
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| Make happy your soul with that old steel guitar rag
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| Been runnin' around, seen many a town
|
| So maybe you’ll find I’m the kind of guy that brags
|
| But listen to me, and see if you don’t agree
|
| No melody rolls like that old steel guitar rag
|
| And when they slide that thing, along those strings
|
| It sounds so doggone heavenly, you hear the angels sing
|
| When you start your feet, your heart will beat
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| A rhythm to that old steel guitar rag |