Yeah, I was born down in Dixie And I grew up in the South Listening to good music And that’s what’s I’m all about All I wanted was a guitar, the road And a good drink of liquor There wasn’t but one thing for me to be And that’s a renegade picker And I’m a renegade picker Partly hippie and partly kicker Been around, been around I may never settle down And when I was a little boy They used to make me go to school But they soon give me up For a guitar fool And all the little girl’s mama’s They used to drive me from the door They’d say Honey we don’t want That boy around no more He’s just a renegade picker Partly hippie, partly kicker, too He’ll get around, get around But he won’t never settle down Well I’ve played all your honky tonks From Texas to Alabam’ Well I’ve seen me some hard times But I’ve been up more than down Though there were sometimes people With a gun or a knife But when they heard me sing I guess that saved my life It saved a renegade picker Partly hippie partly kicker too Yeah let him go, let him go Want to hear him sing some more