Lyrics:
THE GIRL TURNED RIPE (AND THE PICKERS CAME TODAY)
(Merle Haggard)
« © '65 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Well the girl turned ripe and the pickers came
think Jesus knows him 'cause he ain't the Jesus kind
He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind
He gave the folks a good show
think Jesus knows him 'cause he ain't the Jesus kind
He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind
He gave the folks a good show
never rest 'til I am the very best
The best guitar picker in this whole county
I said someday I know, I'll win my fame
One day all the world will
The picker, the picker
Picture the fingers burning (ooh)
OK
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn't last
Jojo left his home in
Mason Williams
Them Sand Pickers:
How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand.
Pickin' in
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
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
hot
Tongue teaser
Old geezer
Shrimp pleaser
Fridge freezer
Kitchen cleaner
Cherry picker
Soup sipper
Lilly dipper
Hoop snake
Double header
Last night we had a hell raisin' time
Nippin' on tequila and suckin' on limes
Sunrise chased the good time away
And good morning would have been
новый новый новый новый новый детка
Prada pickers prada pickers
Prada pickers prada pickers
Prada pickers prada pickers
Prada pickers prada pickers
till I am the very best
The best banjo picker in this whole country
[ banjo ]
I said someday I know I'll win my fame one day all the world will know my
tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all
raisin' Stay down to earth with me.
Now looky here gal don't you high head me
For I ain't forgot how you used to be
When you didn't have nothin'
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But he
I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin' up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
Pickin' out a mess of blues.
Show me where I
NO pain no gain
This is a true story
Story between me and my picker
Akukor between muna my picker
Ogbe
Last night i lost my picker
Ewoh rip rip rip
Rum raisin chocolate ice cream
Sekotak penuh kau berikan padaku
Di siang itu
Berdua nikmati es krim kesukaanku ho
Dunia serasa milik berdua
Saat
Toodles Mr. Jim
You cherry picker
Toodles I say, so long
Hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler
Sing 'em all your happy song
It's
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But
Last night we had a hell raisin' time
Nippin' on tequila and suckin' on limes
Sunrise chased the good time away
And good morning would have been
here, right here at home
'Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm
I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin' up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
Pickin' out a mess of blues
Show me where
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