Whiskey Myers - Old broke guitar picker

^EmI remember back when I was sixteen ^G I was sitt^Ain' there just my pops and me when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat ^G said I like^A what your doin but it ain't worth sap ^Em I see this road will leave you cold and alone ^{G A}old and broke and a bag of bones ^Em so you better take heed to the words i say ^{G A}stay right clear of that lost highway

I'm singin' o south^Gern wind wont you ^Atake me high ^Em G A Em (Riff 1) I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire ^Gguitar pick^Ain' with a bottle of wine ^Em Ill be an old br^Goke guitar picker, lord, whe^An i die ^Em Ill be an old br^Goke guitar picker, lord, whe^An i die ^Em

^EmHoles in my clothes and holes in my shoes^G and a hole ^Ain the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues ^Em put my change in my pocket but it's all gone ^G and every^Athing that i do it seems to be wrong ^Em so now I'm broke I'm back on the stree^Gt with a guitar^A case infront of Drake and me so you better^Em listen up cause it ain't no lie ^G please throw ^Aa nickel in when you walk by

I'm singin' o south^Gern wind wont you ^Atake me high ^Em G A Em (Riff 1) I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire ^Gguitar pick^Ain' with a bottle of wine ^Em Ill be an old br^Goke guitar picker, lord, whe^An i die ^Em Ill be an old br^Goke guitar picker, lord, whe^An i die ^Em

^EmI came in this world with nothin on my ba^Gck I'll l^Aeave the same and thats a fact ^Em I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for th^Ge fame and i don't^A really care if you remember my name ^Em so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road ^G i gotta do th^Ae only thing that i know ^Em I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true ^G and i sure as hell ain't^A guna change for you ^Em

Singin O sou^Gthern wind wont you ^Atake me high ^Em G A Em (Riff 1) when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier ^Gguitar pic^Akin with a bottle of wine ^Em Ill be an old broke gu^Gitar picker when i die^{A Em} Ill be an old broke gu^Gitar picker when i die^{A Em}