Chords for David Allan Coe- Pick 'um, Lick 'um, Stick 'um
Tempo:
99.2 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [D]
I was 15 gone on 20 [G] when I met up with [D] this old man.
[G] He was [D] quite a lover of the cards and [A] of the dice.
[D] He had whores and he had ladies.
[G] He'd made love and he'd [D] made babies.
You could tell some damn good stories [A] and give some [D] good advice.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn how to stick them, [E] son, between [A] the thighs.
You got to try [D] not to beat them too [G] much.
Try not to teach them too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, he'd sit down and pour some whiskey.
[Gm] Then he'd mix it [D] up with water.
[G] Here's a picture [D] of my daughter he would save.
[A] He would sigh, [D] then he'd drink, laugh, and know.
[G] As he picked up that old [D] fiddle, [G] that same [D] old riddle, [A] I never did know [D] why.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them, [E] son, [A] between the thighs.
[D] You got to try not to beat them [G] too much.
Try [Dm] not to teach them too [G] much.
Try not to feed them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, how the years have seen him buried.
[G] His daughter and [D] me married.
[G] I was sure [D] he'd raised her right and taught her [A] how to fuck.
[D] When I asked her what he'd told her, [G] she said he'd [D] never scolded her.
[G] He would [D] always hold her, [A] but he never told her much.
[D] Well, he told her men were plain and simple.
[C] Told her love was like a pimple.
[Dm] Once you squeeze the juices out, it just [C] goes away.
[D] Taught her how to hold on tight.
He taught her not to let men fight her.
Then there was this poem he taught her [Bb] on his dying day.
[D] You got to learn how to suck them, daughter.
Learn how to fuck them, [G] daughter.
Learn how to take their [E] money.
Learn [A] how to cry.
[D] You got to try not to hold them too [G] much.
Try not to scold them too much.
[D] Try not to feed them too much.
Bullshit and lies, you got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
[D] Learn how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them [E]
between the thighs.
And [D] you got to try not to beat them too much.
Try not to teach them [G] too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
I was 15 gone on 20 [G] when I met up with [D] this old man.
[G] He was [D] quite a lover of the cards and [A] of the dice.
[D] He had whores and he had ladies.
[G] He'd made love and he'd [D] made babies.
You could tell some damn good stories [A] and give some [D] good advice.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn how to stick them, [E] son, between [A] the thighs.
You got to try [D] not to beat them too [G] much.
Try not to teach them too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, he'd sit down and pour some whiskey.
[Gm] Then he'd mix it [D] up with water.
[G] Here's a picture [D] of my daughter he would save.
[A] He would sigh, [D] then he'd drink, laugh, and know.
[G] As he picked up that old [D] fiddle, [G] that same [D] old riddle, [A] I never did know [D] why.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them, [E] son, [A] between the thighs.
[D] You got to try not to beat them [G] too much.
Try [Dm] not to teach them too [G] much.
Try not to feed them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, how the years have seen him buried.
[G] His daughter and [D] me married.
[G] I was sure [D] he'd raised her right and taught her [A] how to fuck.
[D] When I asked her what he'd told her, [G] she said he'd [D] never scolded her.
[G] He would [D] always hold her, [A] but he never told her much.
[D] Well, he told her men were plain and simple.
[C] Told her love was like a pimple.
[Dm] Once you squeeze the juices out, it just [C] goes away.
[D] Taught her how to hold on tight.
He taught her not to let men fight her.
Then there was this poem he taught her [Bb] on his dying day.
[D] You got to learn how to suck them, daughter.
Learn how to fuck them, [G] daughter.
Learn how to take their [E] money.
Learn [A] how to cry.
[D] You got to try not to hold them too [G] much.
Try not to scold them too much.
[D] Try not to feed them too much.
Bullshit and lies, you got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
[D] Learn how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them [E]
between the thighs.
And [D] you got to try not to beat them too much.
Try not to teach them [G] too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
Key:
D
G
A
E
Dm
D
G
A
[F] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I was 15 gone on 20 [G] when I met up with [D] this old man.
[G] He was [D] quite a lover of the cards and [A] of the dice.
[D] He had whores and he had ladies.
[G] He'd made love and he'd [D] made babies.
You could tell some damn good stories [A] and give some [D] good advice.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn how to stick them, [E] son, between [A] the thighs.
You got to try [D] not to beat them too [G] much.
Try not to teach them too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, he'd sit down and pour some whiskey.
[Gm] Then he'd mix it [D] up with water.
[G] Here's a picture [D] of my daughter he would save.
[A] He would sigh, [D] then he'd drink, laugh, and know.
[G] As he picked up that old [D] fiddle, [G] that same [D] old riddle, [A] I never did know [D] why.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them, [E] son, [A] between the thighs.
[D] You got to try not to beat them [G] too much.
Try [Dm] not to teach them too [G] much.
Try not to feed them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, how the years have seen him buried.
[G] His daughter and [D] me married.
[G] I was sure [D] he'd raised her right and taught her [A] how to fuck.
[D] When I asked her what he'd told her, [G] she said he'd [D] never scolded her.
[G] He would [D] always hold her, [A] but he never told her much.
[D] Well, he told her men were plain and simple.
[C] Told her love was like a pimple.
[Dm] Once you squeeze the juices out, it just [C] goes away.
[D] Taught her how to hold on tight.
He taught her not to let men fight her.
Then there was this poem he taught her [Bb] on his dying day.
[D] You got to learn how to suck them, daughter.
Learn how to fuck them, [G] daughter.
Learn how to take their [E] money.
Learn [A] how to cry.
[D] You got to try not to hold them too [G] much.
Try not to scold them too much.
[D] Try not to feed them too much.
Bullshit and lies, you got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
[D] Learn how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them [E] _
between the thighs.
And [D] you got to try not to beat them too much.
Try not to teach them [G] too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I was 15 gone on 20 [G] when I met up with [D] this old man.
[G] He was [D] quite a lover of the cards and [A] of the dice.
[D] He had whores and he had ladies.
[G] He'd made love and he'd [D] made babies.
You could tell some damn good stories [A] and give some [D] good advice.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn how to stick them, [E] son, between [A] the thighs.
You got to try [D] not to beat them too [G] much.
Try not to teach them too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, he'd sit down and pour some whiskey.
[Gm] Then he'd mix it [D] up with water.
[G] Here's a picture [D] of my daughter he would save.
[A] He would sigh, [D] then he'd drink, laugh, and know.
[G] As he picked up that old [D] fiddle, [G] that same [D] old riddle, [A] I never did know [D] why.
You got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them, [E] son, [A] between the thighs.
[D] You got to try not to beat them [G] too much.
Try [Dm] not to teach them too [G] much.
Try not to feed them too much.
[D] Bullshit and lies, how the years have seen him buried.
[G] His daughter and [D] me married.
[G] I was sure [D] he'd raised her right and taught her [A] how to fuck.
[D] When I asked her what he'd told her, [G] she said he'd [D] never scolded her.
[G] He would [D] always hold her, [A] but he never told her much.
[D] Well, he told her men were plain and simple.
[C] Told her love was like a pimple.
[Dm] Once you squeeze the juices out, it just [C] goes away.
[D] Taught her how to hold on tight.
He taught her not to let men fight her.
Then there was this poem he taught her [Bb] on his dying day.
[D] You got to learn how to suck them, daughter.
Learn how to fuck them, [G] daughter.
Learn how to take their [E] money.
Learn [A] how to cry.
[D] You got to try not to hold them too [G] much.
Try not to scold them too much.
[D] Try not to feed them too much.
Bullshit and lies, you got to learn how to pick them, [G] son.
[D] Learn how to lick them, [G] son.
Learn [D] how to stick them [E] _
between the thighs.
And [D] you got to try not to beat them too much.
Try not to teach them [G] too much.
Try not to feed [A] them too much.
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