Banjo Picker (In a Bluegrass Band)

Old dogs laying on the cabin floor

Tom Cat scratching at the ol' screen door

Beans in the pot and meat in the pan

For the banjo picker in a bluegrass band

Late every evening when the sun goes down

That front porch rings that old time sound

Neighbors come over any chance they can

To hear the banjo picker in a bluegrass band

Well he tried to play the guitar, couldn't play the fiddle

So he got stuck there just rollin' in the middle

Picks on his fingers and a farmer's tan

He's a banjo picker in a bluegrass band

Then he met a little girl named Sally Joe

Played a little bit of that down the road

Asked her to marry and she said I can

You're the banjo picker in the bluegrass band

Their love grew stronger as the years went by

Tighter than a knot that you couldn't untie

Now he's playin' those lullabies on the five

Next to the crib at night

And he just can't wait for his boy to grow up

He's got Earl Scruggs licks in his banjo blood

He'll make his dad proud with a smooth right hand

And be a banjo picker in a bluegrass band

And if that's something you don't understand

Well you ain't a banjo picker in a bluegrass band