Renegade Picker - Steve Young

Yeah, I was born down in Dixie

And I grew up in the South

Listening to good music

And that’s what’s I’m all about

All I wanted was a guitar, the road

And a good drink of liquor

There wasn’t but one thing for me to be

And that’s a renegade picker

And I’m a renegade picker

Partly hippie and partly kicker

Been around, been around

I may never settle down

And when I was a little boy

They used to make me go to school

But they soon give me up

For a guitar fool

And all the little girl’s mama’s

They used to drive me from the door

They’d say Honey we don’t want

That boy around no more

He’s just a renegade picker

Partly hippie, partly kicker, too

He’ll get around, get around

But he won’t never settle down

Well I’ve played all your honky tonks

From Texas to Alabam'

Well I’ve seen me some hard times

But I’ve been up more than down

Though there were sometimes people

With a gun or a knife

But when they heard me sing

I guess that saved my life

It saved a renegade picker

Partly hippie partly kicker too

Yeah let him go, let him go

Want to hear him sing some more