Intro: E-G-A-E x4
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 words i say
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
Ill 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 the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
it 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 Dave and me
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
o southern wind wont you take me high
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires
good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
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I came in this world with nothin on my back
Now 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 feeling deep down and i got to be true
and i sure as hell ain't gonna change for you
Chorus:
O southern wind wont you take me high
when i hear the sounds coming from an amplifier
good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
Ill be an old…..A broke guitar picker……………
E-G-A…….
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