Guitar Picker (CHORDS) by Whiskey Myers
[Intro]~
E G A E
E G A E
[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 wordsIsay
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 thatIdo 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 Dave 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 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
[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
E G A E E G A Bm A
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 moneyIain'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 goIgotta hit the road
A E
Igotta do the only thing thatIknow
E G
I got this feeling deep down andIgot to be true
A E
AndIsure as hell ain't gonna change for you
[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
[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
E G A E
E G A E
[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 wordsIsay
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 thatIdo 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 Dave 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 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
[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
E G A E E G A Bm A
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 moneyIain'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 goIgotta hit the road
A E
Igotta do the only thing thatIknow
E G
I got this feeling deep down andIgot to be true
A E
AndIsure as hell ain't gonna change for you
[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
[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
