Best Guitar Picker

Ronnie, you're plumb mean, ain't you?

Oh, I'm just like Pop, I guess

No, she's not, either

I am too

Pop'd never be like that

Daddy had a temper like you wouldn't believe, Charlie

Brown, 'cause I got knocked down six thousand times

Ronnie, I believe you, I don't mind you being awful

Ready? Let's go

I would sit there by the hour, pickin' wildwood flower

Wore my little fingers to the bone

I said I'll never rest 'til I am the very best

The best guitar picker in this whole county

I didn't think too much about books and schoolin'

'Cause there were more important things to do

I'd sit out in the yard and pick my old guitar

Tryin' to learn what the big hillbillies do

I said someday I know I'll win my fame

One day all the world will know my name

I worked so very hard with that old guitar

Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do

I would sit there all alone, tryin' to pick out "Home Sweet Home"

While everybody played out in the yard

I said I'll never stop 'til I reach the very top

The best guitar picker in this whole county

The years have passed, I haven't changed my mind

I still pick the guitar all the time

Because I know someday I'm bound to learn to play

All the things the big hillbillies do

I just sit here in my shop pickin' "Foggy Mountain Top"

Tellin' everybody, "Ain't that great?"

'Cause before I go to rest, I'm gonna be the very best

The best guitar picker in this whole county

I'll tell all around this whole wide world

To the girl I love the best

I've learned it to sing, too

Aw, eat your heart out, Jerry Reed