Pickin' For Me
Stretched out in my hammock,Strummin' my old guitar.
Never did I ever dream
About being a star.
I'm not looking for glory
Or notoriety.
I simply like pickin'
And singin' just for me.
Pickin' for me.
Playin' just for fun.
Pickin' for me.
In the summer sun.
Pickin' out a tune
To compliment my rhyme.
Pickin' for me.
I do it all the time.
Pickin' in the sunshine.
Pickin' under the stars.
Pickin' all alone at home.
Pickin' in the bars.
Yeah, I'm always pickin'
Everywhere I go.
Pickin' and singin'
Is the only thing I know.
Pickin' for me.
Playin' just for fun.
Pickin' for me.
In the summer sun.
Pickin' out a tune
To compliment my rhyme.
Pickin' for me.
I do it all the time.
I've always been a picker,
Since I was just a child.
Dad seemed to like it,
But it drove mama wild.
They both had big dreams
Of their son being a star.
Instead of a happy beach bum
That loves to pick guitar.
Pickin' for me.
Playin' just for fun.
Pickin' for me.
In the summer sun.
Pickin' out a tune
To compliment my rhyme.
Pickin' for me.
I do it all the time.
Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2015-03-13 at 23:06
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