Take One from Wiser by Tall Folk

Some folk were born to poke and pluck them strings
Picking riffs over fourths and fifths is a natural thing
Sure as hell and round egg shells, I would buy that gift if they would sell
But I incline to the rhyme and the rhythm in my system, I ain’t melting no face today

Got my ego curbed in a picking circle chasing folk tales
Trading tunes with McCoury junior, should’ve learned my scales
To my surprise I get the eyes and I can’t pawn them off to the guy behind
We cut to the break and I wish I was mistaken but I really gotta take one tonight

I might take one, take one tonight
Put a pack of matches right my ass and give them a light
I might take one, little honey, take one for Jesus
Eight bars of bad guitar will put you on your knees

Sometimes there comes a time to test my luck
On measuring tape or at home plate, batter up
Don’t give a hoot, bow and salute when I miss the mark down the garbage chute
I take pride in my swinging even when my head is spinning, I’ll be sleeping with a grin tonight

I might take one, go on make fun
When I get to picking grab yourself ear plugs
I might take one, see how it goes
But the only picking my fingers stick to is up my nose

• Americana
• Country
• Folk
• Dunedin