(Steve Goodman, 1971)
Now I come a-runnin',
From the land of funnin',
Where the folks are full of good old-fashioned lovin' and respect.
Come and set a spell,
Hear a story tell,
About the good old country boy and the gal he left.
Well it might sound funny,
But my friends it’s true,
All he had to do was pick and grin,
Well the girls would fall for you.
Pickin' and grinnin', pickin' and grinnin',
If she hears them strings a-singin'
She's gonna have a spell of singin' and grinnin' too.
Pickin' and grinnin', pickin' and grinnin',
Makes the world a little brighter.
Yes pickin' and grinnin' that’s what I’m gonna do.
When I woke this morning,
It looked so stormin',
But I knew today was meant for me to smile.
So I put my guitar,
In my old pickup car,
And I went into the town for just awhile.
It wasn’t so bad,
I didn't feel too sad,
When I got to town I knew she'd be there.
Now I might sound crazy,
But I'm really not,
You won't find no girl like her anywhere else.
Pickin' and grinnin', pickin' and grinnin',
If she hears them strings a-singin'
She's gonna have a spell of singin' and grinnin' too.
Pickin' and grinnin', pickin' and grinnin',
Makes the world a little brighter.
Yes pickin' and grinnin' that’s what I’m gonna do.
Yes pickin' and grinnin', makes me feel so fine,
It sure does make me feel sublime.
Singin' and playin' music all night long,
Don't matter I can find no time to yawn.
Pickin' and grinnin', pickin' and grinnin',
If she hears them strings a-singin'
She's gonna have a spell of singin' and grinnin' too.
Pickin' and grinnin', pickin' and grinnin',
Makes the world a little brighter.
Yes pickin' and grinnin' that’s what I’m gonna do.