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)

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