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I didn't think too much about books and schoolin'
'Cause there was more important things to do
I'd just sit out in the yard and pick my old guitar
Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do
I would sit there by the hour pickin' wildwood flower
Wore my little fingers to the bone
Well, I said I would never rest 'til I am the very best
The best guitar picker in this whole county
I said someday I know, I'll win my fame
One day all the world will know my name
I worked so very hard with that old guitar
Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do
I would sit there all alone tryin' to pick out, old sweet home
While everyone was in the yard
Well, I said I would never stop 'til I've reached the very top
The best guitar picker in the whole county
The years have passed I haven't changed my mind
'Cause I still pick the guitar all the time
Because I know someday I'm bound to learn to play
All the things the big hillbillies do
I just sit her in my shop pickin', foggy mountain top
Tellin' everybody ain't that great
'Cause before I go to rest I'm gonna be the very best
The best guitar picker in this whole county
I would sit there by the hour pickin' wildwood flower
Wore my little fingers to the bone
But I said I would never rest til' I am the very best
The best guitar picker in this whole county
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