Pure Prairie League - Pickin' to Beat the Devil lyrics

I make my rounds of the country churches Playing my guitar for free My repertoire is one hundred ninety Songs to God's glory [Chorus:] Now I'm pickin' to beat the devil And you know he's on my tail But the Lord is in my fingers And He won't let me fail I found myself in a roadside barroom I was drinking my time away Kentucky woman and Tennessee whiskey It's gonna be hell to pay A worn out chevy and a beat up Martin is all I'll ever own My worthless life is dedicated to bringing God's children home [Chorus] Fourteen songs and a temperance sermon that's what a good meal buys For a little extra there's a guitar solo called Reward In The Sky [Chorus]