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This Old Guitar

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I was working at an easy pawn shop
When a grey old man came stumbling though the door
His sad eyes told the story of a lot of years as he dragged his tired feet
And he slowly crossed the floor
He layed a six string on the counter
He stepped back and bowed down his head
Just to hide a tear that was falling from his eyes
As he softly said

You know me and this guitar seen brighter days
Wrote better songs and traveled so far
But now the strings are rusted
And all my dreams are busted

Son there's no more songs left in this old guitar
Son there's no more songs in this old guitar
We've been together through many years
Shared a lot of tears and played a lot of smokey bars
We've set beneath the moon together picking to the stars
Now there's no more songs left in this old guitar

Next morning I woke up
With that old man and that guitar on my mind
How he could lay his life on the counter and walk away
And just leave it all behind
And in the morning paper
Imagine my surprise
When I found that back page story about that man with the sad old eyes
They said he was a songwriter
He was one of the finest of his day
They'd been through it all together
But you know nothing lasts forever
The day they sold that guitar was the day
He passed away
Now I know what he meant when he said

Son there's no more songs left in this old guitar
We've been together through many years
Shared a lot of tears and played a lot of smokey bars
We've set beneath the moon together picking to the stars
Now there's no more songs left in this old guitar

I headed back to the easy pawn shop
And I pulled that old guitar down off the rack
I polished her off and tuned her up
And I strapped her across my back
Popped a Dr. Pepper and I drifted away
Hopped up on the tool box and I began to play

I sat there pickin and strummin Lord
I was tappin my feet and hummin for so long
Just sat there pickin and playin
And thinkin about what that old man had been sayin
Next thing I knew I'd written this song
Mister there was one more song left in that old guitar
I wish I could play it for you but heaven knows I don't know where you are
So I'll sit beneath the moon tonight and pick it to the stars
Mister there was one more song left in that old guitar
Mister there was one more song left in that old guitar

 
LAST UPDATED: Saturday, March 11, 2017 8:16 AM