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!
[Intro]
E G A E x4
[Verse]
E G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A E
I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me
E G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A E
Said "I like what your doin' but it ain't where its at"
E G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A E
Old dead broke and just a bag of bones
E G
So you better take heed to the words I say
A E
And stay quite clear of that lost highway
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Verse]
E G
Holes in my clothes I got holes in my shoes
A E
I got a hole in the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
E G
It put some change in my pocket but it's all gone
A E
And everything that I do it seems to be wrong
E G
So now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A E
with a guitar case in front of Tate and me
E G
So you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A E
Please throw a nickel in when you walk by
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind won't you take me high
G A E
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll 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
[Verse]
E G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A E
Now I'll leave the same and thats a fact
E G
I ain't in it for the money I ain't in it for the fame
A E
And I don't really care if you remember my name
E G
So now I gotta to go I gotta hit the road
A E
I gotta do the only thing that I know
E G
I got this feeling deep down and I got to be true
A E
And I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
When I hear the sounds coming from an amplifier
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker
[Outro]
E G A
E G A E x4
[Verse]
E G
I remember back when I was sixteen
A E
I was sittin' around pickin' just my pops and me
E G
when his friend walked up in a cowboy hat
A E
Said "I like what your doin' but it ain't where its at"
E G
I see this road will leave you cold and alone
A E
Old dead broke and just a bag of bones
E G
So you better take heed to the words I say
A E
And stay quite clear of that lost highway
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
I got seven ladies dancin' naked by an old camp fire
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
[Verse]
E G
Holes in my clothes I got holes in my shoes
A E
I got a hole in the heart, that's why I'm singin' the blues
E G
It put some change in my pocket but it's all gone
A E
And everything that I do it seems to be wrong
E G
So now I'm broke I'm back on the street
A E
with a guitar case in front of Tate and me
E G
So you better listen up cause it ain't no lie
A E
Please throw a nickel in when you walk by
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind won't you take me high
G A E
And its hard to keep rollin when all you got is flat tires
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll 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
[Verse]
E G
I came in this world with nothin on my back
A E
Now I'll leave the same and thats a fact
E G
I ain't in it for the money I ain't in it for the fame
A E
And I don't really care if you remember my name
E G
So now I gotta to go I gotta hit the road
A E
I gotta do the only thing that I know
E G
I got this feeling deep down and I got to be true
A E
And I sure as hell ain't gonna change for you
[Chorus]
G A E
Oh southern wind wont you take me high
G A E
When I hear the sounds coming from an amplifier
G A E
Good times pickin' with a bottle of wine
G A E
I'll be an old broke guitar picker
[Outro]
E G A
Whispering Sons
Whissell
Whistle
Whit Warren
Whitaker