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 Solo :E-G-A-E -E-G-A-Bm-A x2 E-G-A-A-G-E-A-G-E 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.