Pickin' in the Road Lyrics

Well me and good time Charlie

We're playing in the mud

We don't even care if that river starts to flood

Pack up our guitars and head for higher ground

Folks will probably hear us

For miles and miles around

I'm pickin' in the road

And I'm on my way back home

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

I'm pickin' in the road

And I'm on my way back home

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

Me and old Tom Dooley

We don't hang our heads

Underneath those pecan trees

Is where we make our beds

Listen to the music fill September skies

Sometimes I feel so happy

So happy I could die

I'm pickin' in the road

And I'm on my way back home

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

I'm pickin' in the road

And I'm on my way back home

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

Someday I'll tell my grandkids about all the fun I had

All those people I have met

On many different paths

Teach them what I've learned

About music and of love

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

I'm pickin' in the road

And I'm on my way back home

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

I'm pickin' in the road

And I'm on my way back home

Spending all my nights in the Pecan Grove

Pecan Grove

Pecan Grove