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whiskey myers - guitar picker كلمات الأغنية

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

chorus:

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

chorus:

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 h-ll ain’t guna change for you

chorus:

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

- whiskey myers

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