Lyrics:
First verse
Down in Alabama where the cotton grows, Lives a funny fellow by the name of Mose, He hasn't anybody he can pick up on, So he picks on a grand piano; Morning, noon and night You'll find him picking rags, I don't mean the kind of rags they put in bags, He doesn't own a junk shop, Just the same.Chorus - He's Rag picker, a rag picker, All the live long day, he bangs upon the piano keys, In search of raggy melodies, All day he's at the ivories; And while he dozes he composes, Mister Moses makes an ordinary ditty sound so pretty, like nobody can. Most any time of the day, You'll find him picking away, he's rag picker, a rag picker, A Rag picking man. He's a man.
Second verse
Moses' father told me that upon the morn, When his little piano playing boy was born, They didn't have a cradle they could put him in, So he slept on the grand piano; In a week they found him there upon his knees, Chewing on the highly polished piano kays, That very day his father Loudly cried.
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