Guitar Picker 가사

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 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 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 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