He's A Rag Picker 28 Sep 1914 Lyrics

1st 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 livelong day
He bangs upon the piano keys
In search of raggy melodies
All day he's at the ivories
And while he dozes, he composesIrving Berlin - He's A Rag Picker 28 Sep 1914 - http://motolyrics.com/irving-berlin/hes-a-rag-picker-28-sep-1914-lyrics.html
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

[2nd 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