Cock-a-doodle-doo, Cock-a-doodle-dooTerry was a young boy, only seventeenOn his own since he was ten, growing cold and meanOne foot in the barroom, the other foot in jailPocket picking day by day, till one night he grew palePocket picking country boy, the boys came from behindYou could be a country star, let me change your mindFinger picking my guitar, could save you from the lawAin't no use in finding out, who's quicker at the drawTerry turned around and said, man I'm not that greatThen he looked into a face, with a smile he'd never seenFar beyond the good times, there's so much left to saySixty-five, a worn out man, but Terry ran awayPocket picking country boy, the boys came from behindYou could be a country star, let me change your mindFinger picking my guitar, could save you from the lawAin't no use in finding out, who's quicker at the drawListen to my story, I know I'm old and greyI've been living just like you, don't throw your life awayNow I see the curtain, closing down the seaLet me say what I've been told, when I was seventeenPocket picking country boy, the boys came from behindYou could be a country star, let me change your mindFinger picking my guitar, could save you from the lawAin't no use in finding out, who's quicker at the drawPocket picking country boy, the boys came from behindYou could be a country star, let me change your mindFinger picking my guitar, could save you from the lawAin't no use in finding out, who's quicker at the drawPocket picking country boy, the boys came from behindYou could be a country star, let me change your mind