Whiskey Myers – Guitar Picker (Guitar)

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[Intro] E G A E x4 [Verse]
E                  G
I remember back when I was sixteen

      A                            E
I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me

        E                     G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat 

       A                        E
Said "I like what your doin' but it ain't where its at"

E                    G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone

A                      E
Old dead broke and just a bag of bones

       E                     G
So you better take heed to the words I say

 A                         E                                        
And stay quite clear of that lost highway
[Chorus]
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high

      G                   A                   E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire

G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine

           G              A                E
I'll  be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Verse]
E                  G
Holes in my clothes I got holes in my shoes

      A                            E
I got a  hole in the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues

        E                     G
It put some change in my pocket but it's all gone

       A                        E
And everything that I do it seems to be wrong

E                    G
So now I'm broke I'm back on the street

A                      E
with a guitar case in front of Tate and me

       E                     G
So you better listen up cause it ain't no lie

 A                         E                                        
Please throw a nickel in when you walk by
[Chorus]
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind won't you take me high

      G                   A                   E
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires

G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine

           G              A                E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Solo] E G A E E G A Bm A x2 E G A A G E A G E [Verse]
E                  G
I came in this world with nothin on my back

      A                            E
Now I'll leave the same and thats a fact

        E                     G
I ain't in it for the money I ain't in it for the fame

       A                        E
And I don't really care if you remember my name

E                    G
So now I gotta to go I gotta hit the road

A                      E
I gotta do the only thing that I know

       E                     G
I got this feeling deep down and I got to be true

 A                         E                                        
And I sure as hell ain't gonna  change for you
[Chorus]
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high

      G                   A                   E
When I hear the sounds coming from an amplifier

G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine

           G              A                E
I'll  be an old broke guitar picker
[Outro] E G A