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Pawnshop in my neighborhood
Tarnished dreams out on display
Folks go in and out each day
Treasures held in a paper bag
They've got old guitars and a dusty slide
Wedding bands, cast aside
All the sins that you cannot hide
And I'm afraid to go inside

I've been singing my songs from town to town
In a party dress and rusty crown
One of these days, I'll quit the road
And trade these old songs in
Like instant cash for gold

Devil with a gap-toothed grin
Can sense the trouble that I'm in
He preys on souls to trade 'em in
The sign says, "Please, come back again"

I've been singing my songs from town to town
In dusty boots and a beaded gown
Tryna work for a living wage
As I scribble my feelings on a page
But pennies from heaven won't pay the bills
Working for nothing except the frills
One of these days, I'll quit the road
And trade these old songs in
Like instant cash for gold

I've been singing my songs from town to town
In a party dress and a rusty crown
Cashing in on some broken hearts
Scr*ping by selling them off for parts
Will the caged bird always sing?
Does the shine wear off of everything?
One of these days, I'll quit the road
And trade these old songs in
Like instant cash for gold

Like instant cash for gold
Like instant cash for gold

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