Lyrics

THE PICKLE JAR

I’VE BEEN STRUMMIN’ PICKIN’
AND PLAYING THIS OL GUITAR
FOR SO LONG NOW
FINGERS GONE RAW

AND I’VE BEEN LIVIN’ AND DYIN’
BY THE TIPS IN A PICKLE JAR
BUT THE LORD KNOWS

MAKING MY WAY AND BY THE END OF THE DAY
I’M TIRED AND FLUSTERED YOU SEE
IVE BEEN HUSTLING AND RUNNING AND TRYING DAMN HARD
TO MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY

I’VE BEEN DANCING AND SINGING
AND PLAYING THIS OL GUITAR
FOR SO LONG NOW
THE FINGERS ARE RAW

AND I’VE BEEN LIVIN’ AND DYIN’
BY THE TIPS IN A PICKLE JAR
BUT THE LORD KNOWS
OH YEAH THE LORD KNOWS

MAKING MY WAY AND BY THE END OF THE DAY
I’M TIRED AND FLUSTERED YOU SEE
IVE BEEN HUSTLING AND RUNNING AND TRYING DAMN HARD
TO MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY

NOW I’M STRUMMIN’ PICKIN’
AND PLAYING THIS OL GUITAR
FOR SO LONG NOW
FINGERS GONE RAW

AND I’VE BEEN LIVIN’ AND DYIN’
BY THE TIPS IN A PICKLE JAR
BUT THE LORD KNOWS
OH YEAH THE LORD KNOWS
OH YEAH THE LORD KNOWS

I HAVE TO FOLLOW MY HEART