Pickin' To Beat The Devil (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