Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guitar Picker, artist - Whiskey Myers. Date of issue: 25.04.2011
Song language: English
Guitar Picker |
| 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 where it’s at |
| 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 |
| And stay quite clear of that lost highway |
| Oh southern wind, won’t you take me high? |
| I got seven ladies dancin' naked 'round an old camp fire |
| Guitars 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 |
| 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 |
| So you better listen up 'cause it ain’t no lie |
| Please throw a nickel in when you walk by |
| Oh southern wind, won’t you take me high? |
| It’s hard to keep rollin' when all you got is flat tires |
| 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 |
| Now I’ll leave the same way 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 got to go, I got to hit the road |
| I got to 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 |
| Oh southern wind, won’t you take me high? |
| When I hear the sounds comin' from an amplifier |
| Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine |
| I’ll be an old, a broke guitar picker |