[ Featuring Merle Haggard ]
Papa preached The Word in Texas
When I was just a very tiny boy
When a songbook and a bible
To me was just another church-pew toy
And I learned to pick the guitar
With those gospel songs that we always sang
Guess I heard ten-thousand sermons
But Lord, I guess I didn't learn a thing
I was pickin' in a nightclub
Just before I saw my nineteenth year
I was pickin' and singin' (I was pickin' my old guitar)
Learnin' that I loved the taste of beer
(Learnin' that I loved to drink that beer)
Oh, my mom she tried to tell me (my mom tried to tell me)
All the sorrow that drinkin' that stuff would bring
(All the sorrow that drinkin' that stuff would do)
And it must have been a thousand times (it must've been a thousand times)
Lord, I guess I didn't learned a thing (I never learned a thing)
I haven't learned a thing
Oh, I haven't learned a thing
I'm still lookin' for the answers
Lord, I guess I haven't learned a thing
By the time that I reached thirty
My hands would shake too much to make the cords
And if I took the remedy (and if I took the remedy)
The songs I sang would be just mumbled words
(All that I'd sing would be just a bunch of jumbled up words)
Now I'm singin' in a little mission (now I'm singin' in a, little mission)
The old time songs my papa used to sing
(All those old time songs my papa used to sing)
And I'm still lookin' for the answers
Lord, I guess I didn't learn a thing
I haven't learned a thing
Oh, I haven't learned a thing
But I'm still lookin' for the answers
Lord, I guess I haven't learned a thing
Yes, I'm still lookin' for the answers
God, I guess I haven't learned a thing
