"Banjo Picker (In A Bluegrass Band)" lyrics

Old dogs laying on the cabin floor
Tom Cat scratching at the ol' screen door
Beans in the pot and meat in the pan
For the banjo picker in a bluegrass band

Late every evening when the sun goes down
That front porch rings that old time sound
Neighbors come over any chance they can
To hear the banjo picker in a bluegrass band

Well he tried to play the guitar, couldn't play the fiddle
So he got stuck there just rollin' in the middle
Picks on his fingers and a farmer's tan
He's a banjo picker in a bluegrass band

Then he met a little girl named Sally Joe
Played a little bit of that down the road
Asked her to marry and she said I can
You're the banjo picker in the bluegrass band

Their love grew stronger as the years went by
Tighter than a knot that you couldn't untie
Now he's playin' those lullabies on the five
Next to the crib at night

And he just can't wait for his boy to grow up
He's got Earl Scruggs licks in his banjo blood
He'll make his dad proud with a smooth right hand
And be a banjo picker in a bluegrass band
And if that's something you don't understand
Well you ain't a banjo picker in a bluegrass band