This is Version two featuring the soulful rythems of John Culbreaths Fiddle I am really likin' this one...
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Story behind the song
John and Alfred are old freinds that havent phisically played together in 40 years. Through the beauty of the internet they have been able to reunite and persue thier passion's
Lyrics
Go up to the Grocery get some beer and paper plates
Grand ma's plantin posies on the hill just past the gate
Your Aunt Tate's comin Tuesday try to be home don't be late
catch that door your mama's sleepin please pick up those roller skates
I'm gonna kill that rooster, Its my time to play
He wont be interrupting , my pickin time of day
Oh lord here comes my neighbor she's as crazy as a loon
This is my time for pickin, I hope she goes home soon
Some folks they just aren't happy less there standin out in the front
They'll turn there nose up sideways like They just smelled a skunk
they're so prissy clean don't see how they live that way
i guess they clean all day, when I would rather play
I'm gonna shoot that rooster, he wakes me every day
After a night of pickin, i just want to sleep late
oh lord her comes my neighbor she's as crazy as a loon
This is my time for pickin, I hope she goes home soo
Joe Sam got off the prison farm he's through with balin' hay
He bought some corn and sugar, cant say his changed his ways
His wife she's showin pregnant, I gotta wonder how
according to the Sherriff , prison visits weren't allowed
I'm gonna shoot that rooster, he wakes me every day
This is my time for pickin, Its my pickin' time of day
oh lord her comes my neighbor what's she knockin for
This is my time for pickin, I'm not goin to the door
