Standard (EADGBE)

Riff 1

Intro

I remember back when I was sixteen

 I was sittin' there just my pops and me

 when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat

 said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap

 I see this road will leave you cold and alone

old and broke and a bag of bones

 so you better take heed to the words i say

stay right clear of that lost highway

Chorus

 I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high

 I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire

guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine

 Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

 Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes

 and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues

 put my 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 infront of Drake and me

 so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie

 please throw a nickel in when you walk by

Chorus

 I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high

 I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire

guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine

 Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

 Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die

I came in this world with nothin on my back

 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 feel it deep down and i got to be true

 and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you

Chorus

 Singin O southern wind wont you take me high

 when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier

guitar pickin with a bottle of wine

 Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die

 Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die