Pickin' Friends Lyrics

My uncle roy he owns a grocery store

It's a kinda place with a pickle barrel sittin' by the door

The old folks gather there to shoot the breeze

Well it's a fix-it shop, coffee stop, a doggone what you please

Late at night you might want stay in town

That's when my pickin' friends come around

There's a mason jar filled with ol'e moonshine

And the latest batch they're passing around tastes like high grade turpentine

And a real good time the best that can be found

Is when my pickin' friends come around

And ol'e blue well he's a barking up a tree

And the neighbor boy done up and skinned his knee

In the happiest place on earth that I have found

When my pickin' friends come around

Well the moon is high and it's best we move along

But not before we sing just a one more song

At the happiest place on earth that I have found

When my pickin' friends come around

When my pickin' friends come around