Picker

Ten years old and I'm a happy little fellow
The city streets are cold and I'm lugging that old cello
Past the pawn shops down on market street
There's a five string in the window, I can almost feel the heat now

I'm a picker
You should know that about me, I'm a picker
Just in case you doubt me
Not too much that I know to be true
But you know I'm a damn good picker
'Cause I picked you

This guitar never made me a rich man
But I pick that old thing up and I pick it while I can
If I can't find the right through all the wrong
The thing that's sure to pick me up is to see you dance along

Now I'm a picker
You should know that about me, I'm a picker
Just in case you doubt me
Not too much that I know to be true
But you know I'm a damn good picker
'Cause I picked you

You pick out the clothes for me to wear
And I'll pick up some flowers for your hair
And if I fall apart in front of them tonight
You can pick me up, tell me everything's alright
'Cause I'm a picker

Yeah, I'm a picker
You should know that about me, I'm a picker
Just in case you doubt me
Not too much that I know to be true
But you know I'm a damn good picker
Yes you know, I'm a damn good picker
Yes you know, I'm a damn good picker
'Cause I picked you, I picked you

I've been picking this guitar like a gosh damn fool
I'm picking it soft and I'm picking it mellow
Picking on the banjo, picking on the cello
And picking it fast and picking it slow
Picking any way that it wants to go
And I'm picking in my pickup and I'm picking in my boat
Picking, picking, picking, that's all that she wrote