Bluegrass Baby (and her Shade Tree Pickin' Man)

Bluegrass Baby(And Her Shade Tree Pickin’ Man)
© Jody Adams – All Rights Reserved Worldwide

Oh the bluegrass baby - and her shade-tree pickin' man
Seven days a week, they’re a-jammin' where ever they can
Out on the street with everybody they meet
A banjo and fiddle in their hands
Oh, the bluegrass baby, and her shade-tree pickin' man

He heard her singin' as the sun was sinkin' low
Blue Moon of Kentucky - and Roses in the Snow
She won his heart right then & there
Now they're travelin' and a-twangin' everywhere
The Bluegrass Baby and her Shade-Tree Pickin' Man

Oh the bluegrass baby - and her shade-tree pickin' man
Seven days a week, they’re a-jammin' where ever they can
Out on the street with everybody they meet
A banjo and fiddle in their hands
Oh, the bluegrass baby, and her shade-tree pickin' man

*Solos*

When the world gets him down
And the storm clouds are movin' in
She grabs that guitar - puts a fiddle in his hands
She says we're gonna pick-away these dog-gone blues
Lonesome has never felt so good
For the Bluegrass Baby and her Shade-Tree Pickin' Man

Oh the bluegrass baby - and her shade-tree pickin' man
Seven days a week, they’re a-jammin' where ever they can
Out on the street with everybody they meet
A banjo and fiddle in their hands
Oh, the bluegrass baby, and her shade-tree pickin' man

Out on the street with everybody they meet
A banjo and fiddle in their hands
Oh, the bluegrass baby, and her shade-tree pickin' man

Oh, the bluegrass baby, and her shade-tree pickin' man
Ah…. the bluegrass baby, and her shade-tree pickin' man