Guy Clark - The guitar

^AmI was passing by a pawn shop ^Fin an older part of town ^GSomething caught my eye ^E7so I stopped and turned around ^AmStepped inside and there I spied right in the ^Fmiddle of it all

^GWas beat up old guitar ^E7hanging on the wall ^AmWell what do you want for that old piece of junk^F I asked the old man ^GHe just smiled and took it down an^E7d put it in my hand ^AmYou tell me what its worth since ^Fyou're the one who wants it ^GTune it up and play a song lets just^E7 see what haunts it ^AmSo I hit a couple of chords in my old ^Fcountry way of strumming ^GThen my fingers turned to lightning and I n^E7ever even heard it coming ^AmIts like I always knew it I just^F don’t know where I learned it ^GIt wasn’t nothing but the truth so I just ^E7reared back and burned it

^AmWell I lost all track of time and there was nothing^F I couldn’t pick G. E7 Up and down the neck I never missed a lick ^AmThe guitar almost played it self and there was ^Fnothing I couldn’t do ^GIt was getting hard to tell just ^E7who was playing who ^AmWell when I finally put it down I c^Fouldn’t catch my breath G. E7 My hands were shaking and I was scared to death Am. F The old man finally got up said where in the hell you been ^GI’ve been waiting all these years ^E7for you to stumble in ^AmThen he took down an old dusty case and ^Fsaid go ahead and pack up ^GYou don’t owe me nothi^E7ng then he said good luck Am (pick slow) There was something spooky F(pick slow) about is voice and something strange on his face G(let ring) G When I saw him shut the lid I E7(let ring) E7 saw my name was on the case