Chords for Knobtown Skiffle Band: Knobtown Rag

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_ _ _ _ Well I got myself a fossil in a gunny sack I left home last week ain't never going back
Stomp feet, stomp feet, clap your hands It's good blood of mine, it's the downtown rags
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Well I got myself a woman and she gets me [G] mean Well she's the worst poor woman I've
ever [Em] seen One of these days and it won't be long
[G] She's gonna look for me and I'll be gone _ _
Well I got myself a fossil in a gunny sack I left home last week ain't never going back
Stomp feet, stomp feet, clap your hands It's good blood of mine, it's the downtown rags
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_ _ _ _ [Em] Well it's a T for Texas, it's a T for [G] Tennessee It's a T for all the trouble she's given me
[Em] A T for the track that I'm gonna ride Well [G] it's a T for the tan that she'll give my hide
_ Well I got myself a fossil in a gunny sack I left home last week ain't never going back
Stomp feet, stomp feet, clap your hands It's good blood of mine, it's the downtown
rags
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_ _ _ _ [Em] I caught the KC Southern in the middle of the [G] night Well them big iron drivers looked clean
out of sight [Em] She wake up in the morning [G] wondering where
I are All the way to three point in an old boxcar
_ Well I got myself a fossil in a gunny sack I left home last week ain't never going back
Stomp feet, stomp feet, clap your hands It's good blood of mine, it's the downtown
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_ _ _ _ [Em] Well she's stracking me down to New Orleans [G] Played guitar for money on the Royal [Em] Street
Stracked me back up in my [G] town Well now here I am and I long to stay
_ Well I got myself a fossil in a gunny sack I left home last week ain't never going back
Stomp feet, stomp feet, clap your hands It's good blood of mine, it's the downtown rags
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_ _ _ _ Well I got myself a fossil in a gunny sack I left home last week ain't never going back
Stomp feet, stomp feet, clap your hands It's good blood of mine, it's the downtown rags _ _ _