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I remember back when I was sixteen

I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me

When his friend walked up in a cowboy hat

Said I like what your doin' but it ain’t where it’s at

I see this road will leave you cold and alone

Old and broke and just a bag of bones

So you better take heed to the words I say

And stay quite clear of that lost highway

Oh southern wind, won’t you take me high?

I got seven ladies dancin' naked 'round an old camp fire

Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine

I’ll 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 my heart, that’s why I’m singin' the blues

I 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 Tate and me

So you better listen up 'cause it ain’t no lie

Please throw a nickel in when you walk by

Oh southern wind, won’t you take me high?

It’s hard to keep rollin' when all you got is flat tires

Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine

I’ll be an old broke guitar picker, Lord, when I die

I came in this world with nothin' on my back

Now I’ll leave the same way and that’s a fact

Ain’t in it for the money, ain’t in it for the fame

I don’t really care if you remember my name

So now I got to go, I got to hit the road

I got to do the only thing that I know

I got this feelin' deep down and I got to be true

And I sure as hell ain’t gonna change for you

Oh southern wind, won’t you take me high?

When I hear the sounds comin' from an amplifier

Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine

I’ll be an old, a broke guitar picker

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