Mark Knopfler - Yakety Axe - Текст песни

Artist: Mark Knopfler
Title: Yankety Axe
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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 Shoe-String, Puttin' Off Things Like A Shave And A Hair Cut 

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 Of 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 

Now, A Pick