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Old Broke Guitar Picker

Whiskey Myers

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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
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