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 upon, 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 a 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 a rag picker, a rag picker, A Ragtime picking man. He's a 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 a rag picker, a rag picker, A Ragtime picking 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 keys, That very day his father Loudly cried.
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