Testo Guitar Picker - Whiskey Myers
Testo della canzone Guitar Picker (Whiskey Myers), tratta dall'album Firewater
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 you're doin', but it ain't where it's at"
A-see this road and leave the corn alone
Old and broke and just a bag of bones
See 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
Guitar 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
And 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
Guitar 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
And 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 one amplifier
Guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
And I'll be an old broke guitar picker, Lord
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Writer(s): Cody Bryan Cannon
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