Yakety Axe

Yakety Axe -Mark Knopfler

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