Pick Em, Lick Em' Stick Em
David Allan Coe · Other Songs - David Allan Coe
I was 15 going on 20 when i met up with the soul man
he was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice and
he had whores and he had ladies he made love and he
made babies he could tell some damn good stories and give some good advise
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick
em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs
and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
He sat down and poured some whisky and he mixed it
up with water heres a picture of my daughter he would
say and he would sigh and he would drink and laugh
a little as he picked up that old fiddle that same
ol riddle i never did knwo why
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick
em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs
and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
Now the years ive seen him burried his daughter and
me married i was sure he raised her right an taught
her how ta fuck when i asked her what he told her she'd
said he'd never skold her he would always hold her
but he never told her much well he told her men were
plain and simple told her love was like a pimple once
you squeez the juices out it just goes away he taught
her how ta hold on tighter and her taught her not to
let men fight her and then there was this poem he taught
her on his dyin days
You got to learn how ta suck em daughter learn how
ta fuck em daughter learn how ta take their money and
learn how ta cry you got to try not to hold em too
much try not to scold em too much try not to feed em
too much bull shit and lies
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick
em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs
and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
he was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice and
he had whores and he had ladies he made love and he
made babies he could tell some damn good stories and give some good advise
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick
em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs
and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
He sat down and poured some whisky and he mixed it
up with water heres a picture of my daughter he would
say and he would sigh and he would drink and laugh
a little as he picked up that old fiddle that same
ol riddle i never did knwo why
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick
em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs
and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
Now the years ive seen him burried his daughter and
me married i was sure he raised her right an taught
her how ta fuck when i asked her what he told her she'd
said he'd never skold her he would always hold her
but he never told her much well he told her men were
plain and simple told her love was like a pimple once
you squeez the juices out it just goes away he taught
her how ta hold on tighter and her taught her not to
let men fight her and then there was this poem he taught
her on his dyin days
You got to learn how ta suck em daughter learn how
ta fuck em daughter learn how ta take their money and
learn how ta cry you got to try not to hold em too
much try not to scold em too much try not to feed em
too much bull shit and lies
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick
em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs
and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies