Pickin' to Beat the Devil

Make my rounds of the country churches

Playing my guitar for free

My repertoire is 109 songs

For God's glory

Now I'm pickin' to beat the devil

And you know he's on my tail

And the Lord's in my fingers

And he won't let me fail

I found myself in a roadside barroom

I was drinking my time away

Kentucky women and Tennessee whiskey

It's gonna be hell to pay

A worn out Chevy and a beat up Martin

Is all I ever owned

My worthless life is dedicated

To bringing God's children home

Now I'm pickin' to beat the devil

And you know he's on my tail

And the Lord's in my fingers

And he won't let me fail

Fourteen songs and a temperance sermon

That's what a good meal buys

For a little extra, there's a guitar solo

No reward in the sky

Now I'm pickin' to beat the devil

And you know he's on my tail

And the Lord's in my fingers

And he won't let me fail

Yes, I'm pickin' to beat the devil

And you know he's on my tail

And the Lord is in my fingers

And he won't let me fail