Pickin' and a Grinnin' Lyrics

On Saturday night where I come from

No matter what the weather
Folks'd bring their fiddles and banjos

And we'd have a get-together

When I think about my childhood

The happiest time for me

Was the pickin' and a-grinnin'

Down home in Tennessee

We'd be pickin' and a-grinnin'

Flirtin' and a-chinnin'
Banjos would be ringing

Everybody singing

Old Fred would play the jug

While a pickin' and a-grinnin'

Back home in Tennessee

Folks laugh at me and Susie Brown
A flirtin' with each other

Ma tryin' to steal a little kiss

But scared of her big brothers

So I'd hand'em cider all night long

And they'd fall asleep by three

At the pickin' and a-grinnin'

Back home in Tennessee