Thumb Pick Pete

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Way out in the country where the friendly folks meet You can usually find a fellow called Thumb Pick Pete He got a five string banjo pick on his thumb And makes a lot of music with his pinga-panga-pumb [Chorus] (Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete (Oh), Ain't that music sweet (Ahh), Why don't you come on Pete Yeah, pick a little music while we shuffle our feet [Verse 2] Well he don't read a note but he never missed a beat He just sits there a-pickin' for the shuffling feet Well they don't pay him money 'cause his music ain't for sale And a Dominicker chicken is a union scale [Chorus] (Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete (Oh), Ain't that music sweet (Ahh), Why don't you come on Pete Yeah, pick a little music for the shuffling feet [Verse 3] When the moon is rising and the night is still Well the notes come a-ringin' off-a banjo hill Ole Pete's got the five string wound up tight And he might keep a-pickin' 'til broad daylight [Chorus] (Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete (Oh), Ain't that music sweet (Ahh), Why don't you come on Pete Yeah, pick a little music while we shuffle our feet [Verse 4] When they call ole Pete through the golden gate Well I think I got it figured what'll be his fate St. Peter gonna greet him with a big wide grin Say, "Pick up your banjo and come right in" [Chorus] (Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete (Oh), Ain't that music sweet (Ahh), Hey, come on Pete Now, pick a little music while we shuffle our feet
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Credits
- Writers
- Jimmy Dean