Well, I was passing by a pawn shop In an older part of town Something caught my eye And I stopped and turned around
I stepped inside and there I spied In the middle of it all Was a beat up old guitar Hanging on the wall.
What do you want for that piece of junk I asked the old man He just smiled and took it down And he put it in my hand
He said you tell me what it's worth You're the one who wants it Turn it up, play a song And let's just see what haunts it
So I hit a couple of cords In my old country way of strumming And then my fingers turned to lightning Man.. I never heard it coming
It was like I always knew it I just don't know where I learned it It wasn't nothin' but the truth So I just reared back and burned it
Well I lost all track of time There was nothing I couldn't pick Up and down the neck I never missed a lick
The guitar almost played itself There was nothing I could do It was getting hard to tell Just who was playing who
When I finally put it down I couldn't catch my breath My hands were shaking And I was scared to death
The old man finally got up Said where in the Hell you been I've been waiting all these years For you to stumble in
Then he took down an old dusty case Said go on and pack it up You don't owe me nothing And then he said good luck
There was something spooky in his voice And something strange on his face When he shut the lidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
