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IF JESUS WAS A PICKER
(Rick Fielding, himself)

Well, if Jesus was a picker in a country bluegrass band
With a quartet of the angels singing harmony so grand
He'd top the country hit parade with his very first release:
"Authentic Down-Home Gospel Songs of Everlasting Peace."

If you saw him at a festival, you might not be impressed
Just another long-haired city boy, no different from the rest.
But when he started picking, well, you'd know just what I meant
His talent was God-given, his technique was Heaven-sent.

And he picked "Billy in the Lowground" 'bout the best I'd ever seen
Gave Satan such a nightmare when he picked that "Devil's Dream."
I asked him how he got so good. He said, "All this shall be."
But no one could pick faster than the Man from Galilee.

Then Jesus said, "If you don't mind, well, I'll introduce the boys.
That's Moses on the five-string, showing such celestial poise.
Little David's on the harp; Lord, can that boy blow!
And Daddy's back there slapping the bass; taught me all I know.

Saint Peter's on the fiddle, Saint Paul's on the old dobro,
And the rest of my deciples run the sound and book the show.
That's Judas sitting in that tree he's just not one of us,
But he likes to count the money and we let him drive the bus." And he picked...

Well, I asked him if he practiced many hours every day.
He said, "You know my day-job's rough, with all them souls to save.
But I never have to slow the record down to get my licks;
When pickers reach the Pearly Gates, I grab a few new tricks."

He played all my bluegrass favorites; never dropped a note.
His pick was made of silver and his capo purest gold.
He said, "I'd like to see a few more heads like you at Mass.
If Pop would let me have my way, I'd fill the church with `grass." And he picked...

Then the band packed up to go, and Jesus raised his hand.
He said, "I've got more festivals to play throughout this land.
But, if you'd like to pick like this, it's not that hard, you see.
Don't mess with that guy Swaggart; my instruction book is free."

Well, he climbed aboard the holy bus, took the driver's seat,
Put on a pair of highway shades and said, "Someday we'll meet."
Well, I just stood there, staring, as the bus flew out of sight,
`Cause I knew that it had happened; I saw the light.
And he picked...
Amen.