Guitar Picker chords by Whiskey Myers

Intro:
E G A E x4

Verse:
E                  G
I remember back when I was sixteen
      A                            E
I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me
        E                     G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
       A                        E
Said "I like what your doin' but it ain't where its at"
E                    G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A                      E
Old dead broke and just a bag of bones
       E                     G
So you better take heed to the wordsIsay
 A                         E
And stay quite clear of that lost highway

Chorus:
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
      G                   A                   E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
           G              A                E
I'll  be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die

Verse:
E                  G
Holes in my clothes I got holes in my shoes
      A                            E
I got a  hole in the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
        E                     G
It put some change in my pocket but it's all gone
       A                        E
And everything thatIdo it seems to be wrong
E                    G
So now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A                      E
with a guitar case in front of  Dave and me
       E                     G
So you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
 A                         E
Please throw a nickel in when you walk by

Chorus:
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
      G                   A                   E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
           G              A                E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die

Chorus:

G         A                    E
Oh southern wind won't you take me high
      G                   A                   E
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires
G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
           G              A                E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die

Solo:
E G A E  E G A Bm A x2  E G A A G E A G E

Verse:
E                  G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
      A                            E
Now I'll leave the same and thats a fact
        E                     G
I ain't in it for the moneyIain't in it for the fame
       A                        E
And I don't really care if you remember my name
E                    G
So now I gotta to goIgotta hit the road
A                      E
Igotta do the only thing thatIknow
       E                     G
I got this feeling deep down andIgot to be true
 A                         E
AndIsure as hell ain't gonna  change for you

Chorus:
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
      G                   A                   E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
           G              A                E
I'll  be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die

Chorus:
G         A                    E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
      G                   A                   E
When I hear the sounds coming from an amplifier
G          A                    E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
           G              A                E
I'll  be an old broke guitar picker

Outro: