Intro: E-G-A-E x4
[E]I remember back whe[G]n I was sixteen
I was [A]sittin' around pickin' just m[E]y pops and me
when his[E] friend walked up in a[G] cowboy hat
said I [A]like what your doin but i[E]t ain't where its at
[E]I see this road will [G]leave you cold and alone
[A]old dead broke and just[E] a bag of bones
so you [E]better take heed to th[G]e words i say
a[A]nd stay quite clear of tha[E]t lost highway
Chorus:
[G]oh souther[A]n wind wont you take [E]me high
I got [G]seven ladies dancin'[A] naked by an old cam[E]p fire
[G]good times [A]pickin' with a bottle[E] of wine
Ill be an o[G]ld broke guitar[A] picker, lord, wh[E]en 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.
[E]I remember back whe[G]n I was sixteen
I was [A]sittin' around pickin' just m[E]y pops and me
when his[E] friend walked up in a[G] cowboy hat
said I [A]like what your doin but i[E]t ain't where its at
[E]I see this road will [G]leave you cold and alone
[A]old dead broke and just[E] a bag of bones
so you [E]better take heed to th[G]e words i say
a[A]nd stay quite clear of tha[E]t lost highway
Chorus:
[G]oh souther[A]n wind wont you take [E]me high
I got [G]seven ladies dancin'[A] naked by an old cam[E]p fire
[G]good times [A]pickin' with a bottle[E] of wine
Ill be an o[G]ld broke guitar[A] picker, lord, wh[E]en 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.
