Scattered Picks Video (MV)

[Verse 1]
Found that old guitar pick today
Between them dusty records, tucked away
Daddy's treasure from his glory days
Lord knows I wasn't meant to play

[Chorus]
Sneaking 'round when the house was still
Fingers dancing, giving me a thrill
Breaking rules, but I couldn't resist
That six-string calling through the mist

[Verse 2]
Daddy's guitar, she was locked up tight
But I found ways to play late at night
Feeling guilty, feeling so damn wrong
But blues was burning, burning strong

[Bridge]
Every scratch I made upon that wood
Felt like thunder in the neighborhood
Praying mama wouldn't hear the sound
Of her boy's heart falling to the ground

[Verse 3]
Some nights I hear him playing still
That sweet old blues from Beale Street hill
His fingers dancing, just like mine
Ghost notes floating through space and time

[Chorus]
Sneaking 'round when the house was still
Fingers dancing, giving me a thrill
Breaking rules, but I couldn't resist
That six-string calling through the mist

[Verse 4]
Now I'm grown, got my own damn way
But that old pick haunts me to this day
Every note I play, every song I sing
Carries echoes of that forbidden string

[Outro]
Lord have mercy on this wayward son
Who stole the blues when day was done
That guitar pick between these hands
Is all that's left of promised lands
Sweet Jesus, it's all that's left of promised lands