The Paper Clip Pick

Now, Cowboy was a playin’ his guitar
One Sunday afternoon
He couldn't find his favorite pick
For to play a cowboy tune

So he looked around the ranch house
All over plus up and down
That's when he found that paper clip
Then he sure went to town!

Ah strummin' all over that guitar
from the body on up that neck
he was really just gettin' into it
When he stopped and yelled, "Oh Heck!"

Well, he jumped straight up from his sittin' place
Like he'd done got bit by a snake
A hoppin' around and a carryin' on
A runnin' lickety split for the lake

He was a headin' for that waterin' hole
holdin' his guitar by just one wire
That's when I saw he'd played so fast
He'd caught that thang on fire!

From that day on, Cowboy never played
Without his trusty pick
Since the day he burnt his guitar up
with that durned paper clip!

By
Pamela Blaine,
August, 2002