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Picton Pickin'

Parked my car in Wellington

One night up on the hill.

The sun came up, I grabbed my stuff

And I headed for the pier.

I got to my car and screamed "Oh no!"

And cursed that Welly ass

Who made off with my iPod

And smashed my window glass.

 

Picton pickin, Picton pickin

Is the ferry sinkin' as I'm singin?
Picton's where I'd rather wash ashore.

Picton pickin, Picton pickin

Where the dolphins dive

And the seals are swimmin.

Picton's the place I really,

Truly do adore.

Don't need your Philadelphia.

I can't breathe in ol' L.A.

New York's alright just for a week

And Auckland for a day.

Somewhere down south I left my soul

In the sounds of magical Marlborough.

And the time of reckoning I reckon

To Picton I will go.

Up and down these coasts I fly

Marooned up in the air.

A million tiny paper cuts

Upon my heart so fair.

But when I see the glistening

Of Picton's emerald shores,

My pain it melts into the sea

And happiness restores.e night

Copyright 2017. Written and composed by Melissa Cox. Engineered and produced by Melissa Cox. Vocals, guitar, mandolin, whistle by Melissa Cox. Bass by Matt Smith. Violin by Erin Flynn. Photo of the Marlborough Sounds (Picton) by Melissa Cox.

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