Pick Em, Lick Em' Stick Em

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