WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Whiskey Myers - Old Broke Guitar Picker Ukulele | Ver. 1
Alright i tabbed this thing out by ear so if it isn't perfect please let me know,
Riff 1
e|----------------------|
B|----------------------|
G|----------------------|
D|----------------------|
A|-------2-5-4-3-2------|
E|-0-3-4----------------|
Intro: Am, C, D
Am C
I remember back when I was sixteen
D
I was sittin' there just my pops and me
C
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
D Am
said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap
C
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
D Am
old and broke and a bag of bones
C
so you better take heed to the words i say
D
stay right clear of that lost highway
Chorus:
C D Am
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
C D Am (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
C D Am
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
C D Am
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
C D Am
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Am C
Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes
D Am
and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues
C
put my change in my pocket but it's all gone
D Am
and everything that i do it seems to be wrong
C
so now I'm broke I'm back on the street
D
with a guitar case infront of Drake and me
Am C
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
D
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
C D Am
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
C D Am (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
C D Am
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
C D Am
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
C D Am
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Am C
I came in this world with nothin on my back
D Am
I'll leave the same and thats a fact
C
I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame
D Am
and i don't really care if you remember my name
C
so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road
D Am
i gotta do the only thing that i know
C
I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true
D Am
and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you
Chorus:
C D Am
Singin O southern wind wont you take me high
C D Am (Riff 1)
when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier
C D Am
guitar pickin with a bottle of wine
C D Am
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
C D Am
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
