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Pick Em, Lick Em' Stick Em
By David Allan Coe
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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
shed 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
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