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
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

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

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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  1. L.... C....

    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

  2. W.... C....

    Hey whiskey Myers u remind me of a welder I use to date....he was the shit *cw Lee county *

  3. j.... d....

    yes, excellent SR.

  4. B.... S....

    This band is amazing and that guitar southern rock at its best little Stallman brothers black crowes oh he'll ya

  5. A.... W....

    it's hard to keep Rollin
    when all you​ got is flat tires....

    A.... W....

    Art Workman walk!

    A.... W....

    Oh yeahhhhj

  6. D.... s....

    awesome song