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Well, I was passing by a pawn shop |
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In an older part of town |
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Something caught my eye |
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And I stopped and turned around |
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I stepped inside and there |
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I spiedIn the middle of it all |
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Was a beat up old guitar |
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Hanging on the wall"What do you want for that piece of junk?" |
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I asked the old man |
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He just smiled and took it down |
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And he put it in my hand |
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He said, "You tell me what it's worthYou're the one who wants it" |
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Tune it up, play a song |
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And let's just see what haunts it |
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So, I hit a couple of chords |
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In my old country way of strumming |
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And then my fingers turned to lightning |
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Man, I never heard it coming |
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It was like |
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I always knew it |
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I just don't know where |
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I learned it |
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It wasn't nothin' but the truth |
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So I just reared back and burned it |
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Well, I lost all track of time |
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There was nothing |
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I couldn't pick |
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Up and down the neck |
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I never missed a lick |
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The guitar almost played itself |
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There was nothing |
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I could do |
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It was getting hard to tell |
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Just who was playing who |
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When I finally put it down |
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I couldn't catch my breath |
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My hands were shaking |
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And I was scared to death |
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The old man finally got up |
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Said, "Where in the hell you been?I've been waiting all these yearsFor you to stumble in" |
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Then he took down an old dusty case |
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Said, " Go on and pack it upYou don't owe me nothing" |
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And then he said, "Good luck" |
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There was something spooky in his voice |
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And something strange on his face |
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When he shut the lid |
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I saw my name was on the case |
