Paroles de Pickle

Preserved and safe on a high-up shelf Where soiled little fingers can't mess Catalogued labeled and rarely-played Polished and pure and possessed Aaahaa - that's not music Aaahaa - that's a pickle Aaahaa - that's not music Aaahaa - that's a pickle Best keep your songs in the safety of darkness And never expose them to light Open with care (shh), pack in the box All your songs might grow wings and take flight Aaahaa - that's not music Aaahaa - that's a pickle Aaahaa - that's not music Aaahaa - that's a pickle Pickle [x12] (whealin' and the dealin' there, in the whiskey business for a long time... And this guy had a guitar... It laid around there and i lotta times there wouldn't be any customers in the place And i'd grab up this guitar and i got to pecking around on it And i thought it sounded awful pretty)