Pickin' to Beat the Devil

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