Tom: G
G
G C G
About five years ago I didn't have a cent
C G D G
So looking for a job to the music man I went
G C G
The manager he said, "This band is got to roll
C G D G
So climb aboard with me and hand over your soul"
[Chorus]
G
And so it's pick and pickin' hard
C G C G
As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day
D C G
Workin' for the music man
[Verse]
G C G
The band began to roll and I lit up a smoke
C G D C
I was thinkin' to myself that this job was just a joke
G C G
But then I heard a yell, "Put on your boots, my son
C G D G
Get off that dirty flood and make that guitar hum"
[Chorus]
G
And so it's pick and pickin' hard
C G C G
As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day
D C G
Workin' for the music man
[Verse]
G C G
So everywhere we went and tired as I could be
C G D C
I soon made up my mind that this life was not for me
G C G
But then I heard a shout, "You're hired for the run
C G D G
So get back up in here or make that guitar hum"
[Chorus]
G
And so it's pick and pickin' hard
C G C G
As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day
D C G
Workin' for the music man
[Verse]
G C G
Now listen to my song, you men who played for fun
C G D C
Keep clear a music man, they'll take you for a run
G C G
The pickin' life is tough, you better stop it quick
C G D G
It'll leave you where you started, you're better off to quit
[Chorus]
G
Or else it's pick and pickin' hard
C G C G
As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day
D C G
Workin' for the music man
