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Artist: Whiskey Myers
Song: Old Broke Guitar Picker
Alright i tabbed this thing out by ear so if it isn't perfect please let me know,
i appreciate feed back from ya'll, you can reach me at john_deere7381@yahoo.com
Riff 1
e|----------------------|
B|----------------------|
G|----------------------|
D|----------------------|
A|-------2-5-4-3-2------|
E|-0-3-4----------------|
Intro: Em, G, A
Em G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A
I was sittin' there just my pops and me
G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A Em
said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap
G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A Em
old and broke and a bag of bones
G
so you better take heed to the words i say
A
stay right clear of that lost highway
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes
A Em
and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues
G
put my change in my pocket but it's all gone
A Em
and everything that i do it seems to be wrong
G
so now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A
with a guitar case infront of Drake and me
Em G
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A Em
I'll leave the same and thats a fact
G
I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame
A Em
and i don't really care if you remember my name
G
so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road
A Em
i gotta do the only thing that i know
G
I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true
A Em
and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you
Chorus:
G A Em
Singin O southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier
G A Em
guitar pickin with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
