About five years ago I didn't have a cent So looking for a job to the music man I went The manager he said, "This band is got to roll So climb aboard with me and hand over your soul" And so it's pick and pickin' hard As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day Workin' for the music man The band began to roll and I lit up a smoke I was thinkin' to myself that this job was just a joke But then I heard a yell, "Put on your boots, my son Get off that dirty flood and make that guitar hum" And so it's pick and pickin' hard As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day Workin' for the music man So everywhere we went and tired as I could be I soon made up my mind that this life was not for me But then I heard a shout, "You're hired for the run So get back up in here or make that guitar hum" And so it's pick and pickin' hard As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day Workin' for the music man Now listen to my song, you men who played for fun Keep clear a music man, they'll take you for a run The pickin' life is tough, you better stop it quick It'll leave you where you started, you're better off to quit Or else it's pick and pickin' hard As long as you can't stand pickin' all the day Workin' for the music man And I still don't even have a cent..