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Lyrics
"Guitar Picker"
She told me to leave,
pack up all my junk and hit the road
She opened up the door and threw my old guitar
halfway across the yard
Take your guitar picks and your pills
and your jug of whiskey, too
I've stood all that I can stand,
Guitar Picker I'm through with you
Well, I remember how you promised
that you'd take me to the moon and back again
But you never told me all your crazy friends
would come around and move right in
We aint spent one night alone
since sometime around the 23rd of June
And I'm tired of livin' by myself
Guitar Picker, I'm through with you
(Chorus)
Well, I'm tired of all your tall tales
And promises of riches untold
And all your dreams and fantasies
Of finding fame and fortune on the road
Las Vegas won't be calling
And Nashville, Tennessee's not in the mood
'Cause just like me, they don't want you
Guitar Picker, I'm through with you
I said, "now babe you know I love you
You're the only inspiration in my life"
So, how in the hell am I gonna write my songs
Without you by my side
She said, "go on back to Mama
'Cause Mama loves you better than I do"
She said, "go ahead and play your games
Guitar Picker, I'm through with you"
Now, you aint crashing on my floor
You've already been there much too long
So, go on out and find another sucker, babe
And charm her with your songs
'Cause that song you wrote for me
Is the same song you wrote for Peggy Sue
I ran into her at the supermarket
Guitar Picker, we're through with you
(Chorus)
Well, I'm tired of all your tall tales
And promises of riches untold
And all your dreams and fantasies
Of finding fame and fortune on the road
Las Vegas won't be calling
And Nashville, Tennessee's not in the mood
'Cause just like me, they don't want you
Guitar Picker, I'm through with you
Yeah, just like me, they don't want you
Guitar Picker, I'm through with you
Words and music by Woody Phillips
Copyright 2002 Canwood Publishing -bmi-
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