There is a country dance at the only hall town

and everyone come from all around

They want to hear waggle, at the starching of the ground

They come far away to hear the turkey sound



Turkey in the Straw,

(Straw, Straw, Straw)

Turkey in the hay

(Hay, Hay, Hay)

And the old folks dance with the mother in low

As they dance to a juvital turkey in the straw.



They dance to left, they dance to the right

They dance to the shoe all through the night

And a sheet and gust become such a fine

A turkey dance with it while a wonderful sight



Turkey in the Straw,

(Straw, Straw, Straw)

Turkey in the hay

(Hay, Hay, Hay)

And the old folks dance with the mother in low

As they dance to a juvital turkey in the straw.



Turkey in the Straw,

(Straw, Straw, Straw)

Turkey in the hay

(Hay, Hay, Hay)

And the old folks dance with the mother in low

As they dance to a juvital turkey in the straw.