Lyrics

[Verse 1] One Christmas morn when I was just a lad I got a special gift from Mom and Dad Beneath the tree's bright star Was a little cheap guitar It was the very best gift I ever had Though my dad never learned to play himself He'd take the little guitar from the shelf And play a record of a tune For me to practice in my room Till I could pick out that old tune all by myself [Chorus] And I always loved pickin' for my dad He was the very best friend I ever had For my dad, for my dad I always loved pickin' for my dad [Bridge] If they have guitar pickin' up in heaven That's where I hope someday to be Pickin' out a medley Of the songs I used to play And my good old dad sittin' next to me [Verse 2] Under the double eagle and wildwood flower He would ask me to sit and pick 'em all night long There ain't nothin' he liked better Than a-sittin' on his sitter And listenin' to a good old country song Through the years, those times weren't near enough When life's road sometime gets kinda rough We'd pull up a rocking chair For a moment, not a care And take our minds off all that other stuff [Chorus] And I always loved pickin' for my dad He was the very best friend I ever had For my dad, for my dad I always loved pickin' for my dad [Bridge] If they have guitar pickin' up in heaven That's where I hope someday to be Pickin' out a medley Of the songs I used to play And my good old dad sittin' next to me [Chorus] I always loved pickin' for my dad He was the very best friend I ever had For my dad, for my dad I always loved pickin' for my dad