the other guys were out playin' with the football. I was home bangin' on the keys. And it got me Right where I am. This is me. Playing the piano. Hope ya like what I do. It's for you. And I'll
. He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind He gave the folks a good show at the Shreveport Coliseum. They all heard he's dying, so they all come out to see. Friends and neighbors
. He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind He gave the folks a good show at the Shreveport Coliseum. They all heard he's dying, so they all come out to see. Friends and neighbors
though. I wanna fight crazy dirty It's not a matter of skills. But a battle of wills. Pow the stick up go the quicker thepicker up. Trigga eenie meanie Wit the gatt that so fat. Brrap bap bap cop
though. I wanna fight crazy dirty It's not a matter of skills. But a battle of wills. Pow the stick up go the quicker thepicker up. Trigga eenie meanie Wit the gatt that so fat. Brrap bap bap cop
He was a good time, beer bar picker. Until the night she came along. He gave up his women and his liquor. And she put the sad in all his songs Something about her made him sorry. She was holy in
that boogie sound. Degenerate the faithful. With that craazy Casbah sound. But the Bedouin they brought out the electric camel drum. The local guitar picker got his guitar-picking thumb. As soon as
people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker. To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty. And maybe I was ten. Mama used to whoop me. But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands
people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker. To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty. And maybe I was ten. Mama used to whoop me. But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands
religion at the end and Im glad that he did Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town. I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around. I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to
all to hell She had a guitar picker by the name of Luther Short. A hairy-legged soul, lost out in sin. She would turn and smile at Luther when the program would commence. With a voice as sweet as
. And feeling fool enough to see. What I had called my brother on. Now he had every right to call on me Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy. Unless you want that fiddle out of tune. That picker there's in
. And feeling fool enough to see. What I had called my brother on. Now he had every right to call on me Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy. Unless you want that fiddle out of tune. That picker there's in