Whiskey Myers - Guitar Picker lyrics

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I remember back when I was sixteen

I was sittin' there just my pops and me

when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat

said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap

I see this road will leave you cold and alone

old and broke and a bag of bones

so you better take heed to the words i say

stay right clear of that lost highway

Chorus:

I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high

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

guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine

Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes

and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues

put my change in my pocket but it's all gone

and everything that i do it seems to be wrong

so now I'm broke I'm back on the street

with a guitar case infront of Drake and me

so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie

please throw a nickel in when you walk by

Chorus:

I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high

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

guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine

Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

I came in this world with nothin on my back

I'll leave the same and thats a fact

I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame

and i don't really care if you remember my name

so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road

i gotta do the only thing that i know

I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true

and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you

Chorus:

Singin O southern wind wont you take me high

when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier

guitar pickin with a bottle of wine

Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die

Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die