Pick Em Lick Em Stick Em
David Allan Coe
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D G D I was 15 goin' on 20 when I met up with this old man G D A He was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice D G D He had whores and he had ladies, he made love and he made babies A D He could tell some damn good stories and give some good advice G D (chorus)You gotta learn how to pick 'em son, learn how to lick 'em son, G D E A Learn how to stick 'em son between the thighs. D G D You gotta try not to beat 'em too much, try not to teach 'em too much, G D A D Try not to feed 'em too much bullshit and lies. He'd sit down and pour some whiskey, then he'd mix it up with water. Here's a picture of my daughter he would say, then he would sigh. Then he'd drink and laugh a little, as he picked up that old fiddle. That same old riddle, I never did know why. (repeat chorus) Now the years have seen him buried, his daughter and me married. I was sure he raised her right and taught her how to fuck. When I asked her what he told her, she said he'd never scold her. He would always hold her, but he never told her much.
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