Chords for Whiskey Myers "Guitar Picker"

_ I wrote this song, actually I wrote this song
pretty good while ago, it's probably the oldest song
that's on the album that I wrote.
_ When I was young, _ probably about, I don't know,
like [Ab] 15 or 16, me and my stepdad was riding around.
Went to a buddy's in his house and I just started
kinda [C] playing around on the [B] guitar and singing a little bit.
And he had been in a bunch of bands and stuff
and he told me, he was like, ah, you're pretty good.
He was like, but don't ever, [C] _
you know, do this
or follow this life, he said,
because you'll just end up old and broke, you [B] know,
_ poor and all that good stuff.
So, it's a couple years later, I was sitting around
and I was just like, thinking about how I was actually,
I wasn't old, but I was just a broke guitar player,
_ singer or whatever, and I was sitting around
and wrote this song, so it's kind of a play off that.
_ _ [E] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ ♪ And I remember back [G] when I was 16 ♪
[A] ♪ I was sitting around picking [E] just my posse ♪
♪ With this grand wampup [G] and a cowboy hat ♪
♪ Said I [A] like what you're doing, [E] but it ain't worth it ♪
♪ I'll see this road [G] and leave you cold and lone ♪
♪ [A] No damn broke, [E] you're just a bag of bones ♪
♪ You better take [G] heed to the words I say ♪
♪ And [A] stay quite clear [E] of that lost highway [G] ♪
♪ A [A] southern wind wants to [E] take my high ♪
♪ [G] I got several ladies [A] dancing, making rhyme, no [Em] can't find _ ♪
[G] ♪ Guitar picking [A] with a bottle [E] of wine ♪
♪ [G] I'll be in a road, no [A] guitar pick, Lord, when I [Em] die [E]
♪
_ _ ♪ Holes in my [G] clothes, I got holes in my shoes ♪
♪ I [A] got a hole in my heart, that's [E] why I'm singing the blues ♪
♪ I'm supposed to change my pocket, [G] but it's all gone ♪
♪ [A] Never think that I do, it [E] seems to be wrong ♪
♪ So now I'm [G] broke, I'm back on the street ♪
[A] ♪ With the guitar case in [E] front of me ♪
♪ Better listen [G] up, cause it ain't no lie ♪
♪ [A] Please throw a nickel in [E] when you walk by [G] ♪
♪ A [A] southern wind wants to take [E] my high ♪
♪ [G] It's hard to keep [A] rolling when all you got is [Em] flat [E] tires ♪
_ [G] ♪ Guitar [A] picking with a bottle [E] of wine, hey ♪
_ ♪ I'll [E] be in a road, no [A] guitar pick, Lord, when [Em] I [E] die ♪ _ _ _ _
♪ I don't know, [G] I don't know, I don't know, I don't know [A] ♪
♪ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [G] _ [E] _ _ Came this world with [G] nothing on my back, [A] I leave the same [E] way ♪
♪ And that's a fact, I ain't in it for the [G] money, ain't in it for the fame ♪
♪ [A] I don't really care if [E] you remember my name, so now I got to go, I [G] got to hit the road ♪
♪ I [A] got to do the only [E] thing that I know, I got to see the biggest dime, [G] and I got to be true [A] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [B] _
♪
_ ♪ [G] When I hear the sounds [A] coming from an [Em]
amplifier, _ hey ♪
[G] ♪ Guitar [A] picking with a bottle [E] of wine, hey ♪
♪ [G] I'll be in a road, no [A] guitar pick, Lord, _ _ _ [E] when I die _ ♪ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _