Mark Knopfler, Chet Atkins - Yakety Axe lyrics

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