Whiskey Myers - Guitar picker

^EI remember back whe^Gn I was sixteen I was ^Asittin' around pickin' just m^Ey pops and me when his^E friend walked up in a^G cowboy hat Said "I^A like what your doin' but^E it ain't where its at" ^EI see this road will ^Gleave you cold and alone ^AOld dead broke and just^E a bag of bones So you ^Ebetter take heed to th^Ge words I say A^And stay quite clear of tha^Et lost highway

^GOh souther^An wind wont you take ^Eme high I got ^Gseven ladies dancin'^A naked by an old cam^Ep fire ^GGood times ^Apickin' with a bottle^E of wine I'll be an^G old broke guit^Aar picker, lord, ^Ewhen I die

^EHoles in my clothes^G I got holes in my shoes I got ^Aa hole in the heart, that's ^Ewhy I'm singin' the blues It put s^Eome change in my pocke^Gt but it's all gone And eve^Arything that I do it seem^Es to be wrong ^ESo now I'm broke I'm ^Gback on the street ^Awith a guitar case in f^Eront of Tate and me So you ^Ebetter listen up cause^G it ain't no lie P^Alease throw a nickel in wh^Een you walk by

^GOh souther^An wind won't you take^E me high And it^Gs hard to keep rolli^An when all you got i^Es flat tires ^GGood times ^Apickin' with a bottle^E of wine I'll be an ^Gold broke guita^Ar picker, lord, w^Ehen I die

^EI came in this worl^Gd with nothin on my back Now I'^All leave the same and thats a^E fact I ain't ^Ein it for the money I ^Gain't in it for the fame And I d^Aon't really care if you r^Eemember my name ^ESo now I gotta to go ^GI gotta hit the road ^AI gotta do the only thi^Eng that I know I got t^Ehis feeling deep down ^Gand I got to be true A^And I sure as hell ain't go^Enna change for you

^GOh souther^An wind wont you take ^Eme high When I^G hear the sounds com^Aing from an amplifie^Er ^GGood times ^Apickin' with a bottle^E of wine I'll be an^G old broke guit^Aar picker ^E