Red Hot Picker - Jerry Reed

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