Lyrics

©2023 Mitch Cooper

[Verse 1]
"Son, get a job, quit that pickin' hoobaloo"
But every time I hear that sound, I know what I must do
Now I'm touring with a bluegrass band, all my dreams are coming true
I keep gettin' picked on, but I'm pickin' through

[Chorus]
I Keep gettin' picked on, from the mountains to the plains
Keep gettin' picked on, through the sunshine and the rains
Playing music for my living drives my paps insane
I keep gettin' picked on, music's flowing through my veins

[Verse 2]
Sent a postcard from Montana, where we played the harvest moon
Daddy wrote right back, "Boy, come home, right soon!"
The road is long and lonesome, but I'm singing a different tune
I keep gettin' picked on, underneath the stars of June

[Chorus]
I Keep gettin' picked on, from the mountains to the plains
Keep gettin' picked on, through the sunshine and the rains
Playing music for my living drives my paps insane
I keep gettin' picked on, music's flowing through my veins

[Bridge]
Family thinks I'm crazy
But they don't understand
The calling that I'm feeling
With these instruments in hand

[Chorus]
I Keep gettin' picked on, from the mountains to the plains
Keep gettin' picked on, through the sunshine and the rains
Playing music for my living drives my paps insane
I keep gettin' picked on, music's flowing through my veins

[outro]
I keep gettin' picked on, music's flowing through my veins
I keep gettin' picked on, music's flowing through my veins
Music's flowing through my veins!