Stuck in My Mind Like a Pick in My Guitar

Wrote it Saturday morning. 12-bar blues, up-tempo. The night before Ben was trying to get the pick out of my guitar and the idea came to me.

Chorus: Stuck in my mind like a pick in my guitar
I toss and turn but still there you are
Stuck in my mind like a pick in my guitar

I ask myself, "Russ what for?"
When it comes to picks, you got plenty more
I ask myself, "Russ what for?"

For all I know the pick might be wrong
Not what I need to play my song
For all I know the pick might be wrong

I guess I just can't take the sound
Of you all rattl'n' round
Yeah, I guess I just can't take the sound

One of these days the damn thing's gonna fall out
Crossed off my list of things to worry about
One of these days the damn thing's gonna fall out

Wait too long and you're gonna find
That you're so far from my mind
Wait too long, that's what you'll find