Whiskey Myers - Guitar Picker Lyrics
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
So you better take heed to the words I say
Stay right clear of that lost highway
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
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
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
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
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Whiskey Myers Guitar Picker Comments
Guitar Picker
Whiskey Myers
I remember back when I was sixteen
I was sittin' around pickin', 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 just a bag of bones
So you better take heed to the words I say
Stay quite clear of that lost highway"
O southern wind, won't you take me high?
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine
And 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 the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
I put some 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
O southern wind, won't you take me high?
It's hard to keep rollin' when all you got is black times
Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
I came in this world with nothin' on my back
And I'll leave the same and that's 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 feelin' deep down and I got to be true
And I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you
O southern wind wont you take me high
When I hear the sounds comin' from an amplifier
Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine
And I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Cody Cannon
Guitar Picker lyrics © ME Gusta Music
Hey whiskey Myers u remind me of a welder I use to date....he was the shit *cw Lee county *
yes, excellent SR.
This band is amazing and that guitar southern rock at its best little Stallman brothers black crowes oh he'll ya
it's hard to keep Rollin
when all you got is flat tires....
Art Workman walk!
Oh yeahhhhj
awesome song