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Guitar Picker
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Whiskey Myers
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I remember back when I was sixteen I was sittin' around picking, just my pops and me When his friend walked up in a cowboy hat Said I like what your doin' but it ain't where it's at I see this road will leave you cold, alone Old and broke and a bag of bones So you better take heed to the words I say And stay right clear of that lost highway Chorus: Oh southern wind wont you take me high I got seven ladies dancin' naked 'round an old camp fire Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die Holes in my clothes, I got holes in my shoes I got a hole in my heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues It 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 in front of Tate and me and you better listen up cause it ain't no lie Please throw a nickel in when you walk by Chorus: Oh southern wind wont you take me high It's hard to keep rollin' when all you got are flat tires Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine 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 that's a fact Ain't in it for the money, ain't in it for the fame 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 feeling deep down and I got to be true and I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you Chorus: Oh southern wind wont you take me high When i hear the sounds comin' from an amplifier Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine I'll be an old broke guitar picker
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