Yakety  Axe  -  Chet  Atkins

Poverty  stricken  but  still  I'm  a-stickin'  to  the  things  I  know  to  be  facts

One  day  it's  feathers  and  the  next  day  chicken  while  I'm  pickin'  my  yakety  axe

Ev'rybody  says  that  I  never  will  get  far,  keepin'  out  of  work  by  pickin'  this  guitar

Livin'  on  a  shoestring,  puttin'  off  things  like  a  shave  and  a  haircut

Money  don't  matter  as  long  as  I  scatter  a  little  bit  of  happiness  around

If  people  keep  a  grinnin'  I  figure  I'm  a  winnin'  my  good  old  yakety  sound

City  folks  go  around  turnin'  up  their  noses  and  countin'  their  greenbacks  and  smellin'  their  roses

But  I  wouldn't  trade  my  yakety  axe,  even  for  a  T-bone

I'm  confessin'  I  never  took  a  lesson,  all  my  notes  are  a  matter  of  guessin'

Hopin'  they'll  come  out  in  some  kinda  manner  that'll  make  the  yakety  sound

So  if  you're  in  the  mood  and  your  feet  start  tappin'

And  you  feel  laid  back  and  your  hands  start  clappin'

Then  I'll  have  done  what  I  wanted  to  from  way  back

You're  diggin'  my  yakety  axe