PICKS Lyrics

Picks

Picks are things familiar to me

One I use for my guitar we agree

One was a woman I love from afar

Who set for my life too high a bar

She picked Jesus and I picked song

Her hope of glory and another man so strong

For her faith is belief in what can't be seen

And mine was on singing in old blue jeans

She wears a covering that hides her hair

I wear a Stetson and sometimes swear

Bows in the mornings and says her prayers

Talks to Jesus about me, says he cares

Reads from a list of those in need

She speaks to another man for me

She picked Jesus and I picked song

Her hope of glory and another man so strong

For her faith is belief in what can't be seen

And mine was on singing in old blue jeans

I sing the words to some old country songs

Sometimes about Jesus or times went wrong

I'll pick a few cords of love from a far

About another man loved over my guitar

You will see her moving quietly about

A world of silence that never shouts

On bended knees and folded hands

Mother Mary loves my best fan

I'll just be remembering her blond covered hair

How it flowed in the mornings

on the cool mountain air

Our lives don't pass by much anymore

My travels take me far away from holy doors

Singing in the evening with a rowdy band

About times went wrong without that other man

She picked Jesus and I picked song

Her hope of glory and another man so strong

For her faith is belief in what can't be seen

And mine was on singing in old blue jeans