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I was 15 going on 20 when I met up with the soul man he was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice and he had whores and he had ladies he made love and he made babies he could tell some damn good stories and give some good advise

you gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies

He sat down and poured some whisky and he mixed it up with water here's a picture of my daughter he would say and he would sigh and he would drink and laugh a little as he picked up that old fiddle that same ol riddle I never did know why

you gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
now the years I've seen him burried his daughter and me married I was sure he raised her right an taught her how ta fuck when I asked her what he told her shed said he'd never skold her he would always hold her but he never told her much well he told her men were plain and simple told her love was like a pimple once you squeez the juices out it just goes away he taught her how ta hold on tighter and her taught her not to let men fight her and then there was this poem he taught her on his dyin days

you got to learn how ta suck em daughter learn how ta fuck em daughter learn how ta take their money and learn how ta cry you got to try not to hold em too much try not to scold em too much try not to feed em too much bull shit and lies






You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of David Allan Coe's song Pick 'em Lick 'em Stick 'em describe a conversation between a young man and an older man, whom he calls the "soul man". The younger man is seeking advice regarding women, and the soul man is more than happy to oblige with his wisdom on the subject. He speaks of the various women he has been intimate with, both prostitutes and ladies, and his ability to tell good stories. The soul man then passes on his knowledge, telling the young man that he needs to learn how to "pick em, lick em, and stick em" between their thighs, while trying not to beat them too much or feed them too many lies.


The conversation then shifts to the soul man's daughter, and how he has raised her. He speaks about how he has taught her about men and love, telling her that men are plain and simple, and love is like a pimple. He instructs her how to hold on tighter and not to let men fight her, and then imparts a poem upon her on his dying day, telling her to learn how to "suck em, fuck em, take their money and cry", but again warning her not to feed them too much bull and lies.


The lyrics of this song are often interpreted as being misogynistic and objectifying towards women. However, they can also be seen as a reflection of the culture in which they were written, where objectification of women was more accepted. Regardless of interpretation, the song provides a glimpse into the attitudes towards women that were prevalent in society at the time.


Line by Line Meaning

I was 15 going on 20 when I met up with the soul man he was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice and he had whores and he had ladies he made love and he made babies he could tell some damn good stories and give some good advise
At a young age, the singer met a man who was involved in gambling, prostitution, and was experienced in relationships. This man would tell fascinating stories and give good advice.


He sat down and poured some whisky and he mixed it up with water here's a picture of my daughter he would say and he would sigh and he would drink and laugh a little as he picked up that old fiddle that same ol riddle I never did know why
The man would sit, drink, and reminisce while showing a picture of his daughter. He would then laugh and play music, but the singer couldn't figure out why the man did the same things every time they met.


now the years I've seen him burried his daughter and me married I was sure he raised her right an taught her how ta fuck when I asked her what he told her shed said he'd never skold her he would always hold her but he never told her much well he told her men were plain and simple told her love was like a pimple once you squeez the juices out it just goes away he taught her how ta hold on tighter and her taught her not to let men fight her and then there was this poem he taught her on his dyin days
Over time, the man's daughter was buried, and the singer married. The singer assumed the man raised his daughter right and taught her how to have healthy relationships, but when asked, the daughter said the man didn't say much. He did teach her to hold on tighter and not get into fights with men. On his deathbed, the man taught the daughter a poem about love being temporary.


You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
The man's advice was to learn how to choose sexual partners, perform sexual acts, and maintain those relationships. However, the artist should avoid being abusive or manipulative and also avoid lying to their partner.


you got to learn how ta suck em daughter learn how ta fuck em daughter learn how ta take their money and learn how ta cry you got to try not to hold em too much try not to scold em too much try not to feed em too much bull shit and lies
The man's advice to his daughter was to learn how to give oral sex, have sex, take the partner's money, and act vulnerable. However, the daughter should avoid being too clingy or critical and also avoid lying to their partner.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@peterpashtenko5199

I was 15 goin' on 20 when I met up with this old man
He was quite a lover of the cards and of the dice
He had whores and he had ladies, he made love and he made babies
He could tell some damn good stories and give some good advice

[Chorus:]
You gotta learn how to pick 'em son, learn how to lick 'em son,
Learn how to stick 'em son between the thighs.
You gotta try not to beat 'em too much, try not to teach 'em too much,
Try not to feed 'em too much bullshit and lies.

He'd sit down and pour some whiskey, then he'd mix it up with water.
Here's a picture of my daughter he would say, then he would sigh.
Then he'd drink and laugh a little, as he picked up that old fiddle.
That same old riddle, I never did know why.

[Chorus]

Now the years have seen him buried, his daughter and me married.
I was sure he raised her right and taught her how to fuck.
When I asked her what he told her, she said he'd never scold her.
He would always hold her, but he never told her much.

But he told her men were plain and simple. He told her love was like a pimple.
Once you squeeze the juices out, it just goes away.
He taught her how to hold on tighter, and he taught her not to let men fight her.
Then there was this poem he taught her on his dying day.

You got to learn how to suck 'em daughter, learn how to fuck 'em daughter.
Learn how to take their money, learn how to cry.
You got to try not to hold 'em too much, try not to scold 'em too much.
Try not to feed 'em too much bullshit and lies.



All comments from YouTube:

@brian5o

“Love is like a pimple. Once you squeeze the juices out it just dries and goes away.”

No wiser words have ever been spoken.

@aqua6613

I guess the person with cystic acne is very blessed in the love department...one is squeezed dry...plenty of other ones to pop 😅

@sicariusperemo3789

Well, don't eat yellow snow... There is a possibility, that someones yoghurt cannon has caused it!!!

@sicariusperemo3789

@AQUA And that person should stop eating simple carbs instantly ;)

@nomad7397

Leaves a mess,hopefully without a rash ,

@mikehunt7888

Dried up and left a permanent scar.

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@AdamtheEnglishViking

Played this to my son years back. Essential listening for any young man IMO.

@Mudduck612

Coworker who was taught me to drive stick played this during the training. Don't know which I'm more thankful for. This song or helping me get my Class A manual

@mattdunster

Congrats on gettin your class 1 brother🔥

@wilfredhaggart7657

@Bobby Hill thank you

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