Biography:
Whiskey Myers is an American southern rock group from Tyler, Texas composed of Cody Cannon, Cody Tate, John Jeffers, Jeff Hogg and Gary Brown. In 2008, they signed with Smith Entertainment and released their debut album, Road of Life. Their second album, Firewater, was released by Wiggy Thump in 2011 and debuted in the Top 30 on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart.
In a modest rent house in the small East Texas town of Elkhart, Texas, Cody Cannon and Cody Tate began to write music, only dreaming of the success that is sure to follow.
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Other songs:
- American Outlaws
- Anna Marie
- Ballad Of A Southern Man
- Bar Guitar And A Honky Tonk Crowd
- Broken Window Serenade
- Colloquy
- Dogwood
- Dyin For Tonight
- Early Morning Shakes
- Good Ole Days
- Guitar Picker
- Hank
- Lonely East Texas Nights
- Lonely East Tx Nights
- Mud
- Old Broke Guitar Picker
- Reckoning
- Shelter From The Rain
- Song For You
- Stone
- Summer 2005
- Trailer We Call Home
- Turn It Up
- Virginia
- Where The Sun Dont Shine
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Artist: Whiskey Myers
Song: Old Broke Guitar Picker
Alright i tabbed this thing out by ear so if it isn't perfect please let me know,
i appreciate feed back from ya'll, you can reach me at [email protected]
Riff 1
e|----------------------|
B|----------------------|
G|----------------------|
D|----------------------|
A|-------2-5-4-3-2------|
E|-0-3-4----------------|
Intro: Em, G, A
Em G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A
I was sittin' there just my pops and me
G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A Em
said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap
G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A Em
old and broke and a bag of bones
G
so you better take heed to the words i say
A
stay right clear of that lost highway
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes
A Em
and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues
G
put my change in my pocket but it's all gone
A Em
and everything that i do it seems to be wrong
G
so now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A
with a guitar case infront of Drake and me
Em G
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A Em
I'll leave the same and thats a fact
G
I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame
A Em
and i don't really care if you remember my name
G
so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road
A Em
i gotta do the only thing that i know
G
I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true
A Em
and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you
Chorus:
G A Em
Singin O southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier
G A Em
guitar pickin with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
Song: Old Broke Guitar Picker
Alright i tabbed this thing out by ear so if it isn't perfect please let me know,
i appreciate feed back from ya'll, you can reach me at [email protected]
Riff 1
e|----------------------|
B|----------------------|
G|----------------------|
D|----------------------|
A|-------2-5-4-3-2------|
E|-0-3-4----------------|
Intro: Em, G, A
Em G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A
I was sittin' there just my pops and me
G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A Em
said I like what your doin but it ain't worth sap
G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A Em
old and broke and a bag of bones
G
so you better take heed to the words i say
A
stay right clear of that lost highway
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
Holes in my clothes and holes in my shoes
A Em
and a hole in the heart, thats why I'm singin' the blues
G
put my change in my pocket but it's all gone
A Em
and everything that i do it seems to be wrong
G
so now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A
with a guitar case infront of Drake and me
Em G
so you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A
please throw a nickel in when you walk by
Chorus:
G A Em
I'm singin' o southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A Em
guitar pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when i die
Em G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A Em
I'll leave the same and thats a fact
G
I ain't in it for the money i ain't in it for the fame
A Em
and i don't really care if you remember my name
G
so now i gotta to go i gotta hit the road
A Em
i gotta do the only thing that i know
G
I got this feel it deep down and i got to be true
A Em
and i sure as hell ain't guna change for you
Chorus:
G A Em
Singin O southern wind wont you take me high
G A Em (Riff 1)
when i hear the sounds comin from an amplifier
G A Em
guitar pickin with a bottle of wine
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
G A Em
Ill be an old broke guitar picker when i die
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