Pickin' To Beat The Devil Lyrics - Singles - Pure Prairie League

I make my rounds of the country churches 

Playing my guitar for free 

My repertoire is one hundred ninety 

Songs to God's glory 

Now, I'm pickin' to beat the devil 

And you know he's on my tail 

And the Lord's in my fingers 

He won't let me fail 

I found myself in a roadside bar room 

I was drinking my time away 

Kentucky woman and Tennessee whiskey 

It's gonna be hell to pay 

A worn out Chevy and a beat up Martin 

Is all I'll ever own 

My worthless life is dedicated 

To bringing God's children home 

Now, I'm pickin' to beat the devil 

And you know he's on my tail 

And the Lord's in my fingers 

He won't let me fail 

Fourteen songs and a temperance sermon 

That's what a good meal buys 

For a little extra there's a guitar solo 

Called, 'Reward In The Sky' 

Now, I'm pickin' to beat the devil 

And you know he's on my tail 

And the Lord's in my fingers 

And He won't let me fail 

Yes, I'm pickin' to beat the devil 

And you know he's on my tail 

And the Lord is in my fingers 

And He won't let me fail