Going from town to town and knocking door to door

Writin' songs on napkins to keep from gettin' bored

Starving for some work and a little bite to eat

Countin' last night's money and wonderin' where we'd sleep



Wonderin' what she's doin' since the last time that I called

Cause she's alone in Virginia and I'm in Arkansas

Lord knows I love my music and she knows I love her too

She's a better man than I am to let me do the things I do



We like to pick and sing and it's not a nine to five

It may not be a real job but it keeps our dream alive

We've sung for more than many and sometimes quite a few

Either way it doesn't matter it's what we love to do

[ fiddle ]

Each night is somethin' different cause we're learning more each day

We know now how the cards are dealt and we know now how to play

After weeks the days seem longer but at home not long at all

The sun shines warm at our house but out here it feels like fall

[ fiddle ]

Backstage we say a small prayer then do what we do best

The band begins our music and we'll do all the rest

The ride home will be the long one as soon as the show is through

I know she'll be up waiting it's what we love to do



We like to pick and sing...

We like to pick and sing...