EVERYBODY'S PICKIN' ON ME
(Isabell D'Armond / Irving Lewis)

Arthur Collins - 1907


What is the matter Henry?
What makes you look so sad?
You act like you was a-goin' to die 
Or lost every friend you had
Has you been a-gamblin' Henry? 
Has your gal done gone and wed?
Maybe I could help you out 
If I knew what it's about
But Henry only sighed and shook his head

Everybody's pickin' on me
Gettin' sick of it as can be
A friend's a friend when a friend's in need
But everyone helps everybody else but me
My friends have treated me awful bad
Borrowed every cent that I had
I've got this gun to hide behind that tree
And pick off everybody what's a-pickin' on me

Pay no attention Henry
Just let them act, then do
Go on about your little affairs
Let no one bother you
Just give me that shotgun Henry
What, you won't, well we shall see
I'll just have you put in jail 
And no one will go your bail
Then Henry cried once more, "Don't pick on me"

Everybody's pickin' on me
Gettin' sick of it as can be
A friend's a friend when a friend's in need
But everyone helps everybody else but me
My friends have treated me awful bad
Borrowed every cent that I had
I've got this gun to hide behind that tree
And pick off everybody what's a-pickin' on me

Everybody's pickin' on me
Gettin' sick of it as can be
A friend's a friend when a friend's in need
But everyone helps everybody else but me
My friends have treated me awful bad
Borrowed every cent that I had
I've got this gun to hide behind that tree
And pick off everybody what's a-pickin' on me



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2007)













(Contributed by  - May 2007)