Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, Salty Dog Blues Chords

_ T.
Tommy especially wanted us to do the Salted Dog Blues for him.
I wrote it.
Well, do it then, I guess. _ _ _
[Em] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ I stand on [E] the corner with the low down [A] blues, a great big hole in the bottom of my [D] shoe.
I'd rather [G] be your son.
_ _ I'd rather be [E] your son, dog, but I won't be your man [D] at all.
I'd rather be [G] your son.
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_ _ _ _ I look at you, [E] Sal, I know [A] you, running down, stocking in a white [D] shoe.
I'd rather be [G] your son.
_ _ _ I'd rather [E] be your son, [A] dog, but I won't be your [E] man at [D] all.
I'd rather be your [G] son.
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[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ I was down [E] the wildwood setting [A] on a log, a faint wooden trigger and [Em] an eye on [D] a hole.
I'd rather be your [G] son.
_ _ _ I'd rather [F#] be your son, [A] dog, but I won't be your man at [D] all.
I'd rather be your [G] son.
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[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ I pulled the [E] trigger and the gun [A] said go, shot fell over in Mexico.
[D] I'd rather be [G] your son.
_ _ _ I'd rather [E] be your son, dog, but I won't be your man at [D] all.
I'd rather [G] be your son. _ _ _ _ _ _ _