Red Hot Picker

Well I’m a red hot picker I’m a six string tickler
I’m a finger pickin' whadda ya know
Well I’m a time bomb ticker a real bumper sticker
Stand back honey here I go
Well I met a little cutie a real sweet patooty
So I figured well I’ll come on slow
I said my name is Reed and I got what ya need
Honey hang around till after the show
Well after about an hour of the Wildwood Flower
I had done slipped out of my thumb pickin'
When up walks a dude starts comin' on rude
And said son I’m wise to your trick
He said now listen here mister you’re messin' with my sister
Made a two handed fist out of one hand
Well right then I discovered he ain’t no music lover
And me I’m a travellin' man
Whoa I’m a red hot picker I’m a six string tickler…
I’m gettin' ready here I go
Well now some time later I met another sweet tater
I said honey I’m a hog about you
Just as I was gettin' bolder felt a hand on my shoulder
Turned around and he was six-foot two
He said I don’t think ya oughta cause this here is my daughter
And there’s one more thing son you might know
That if you ain’t quicker than my big frog sticker
Then that’s gonna be all she wrote
I said son I’m a red hot picker I’m a six string tickler
I’m a finger pickin' whadda ya know
I’m a buffalo nickel a solid dill pickle
Stand back cause here I go