Guy Clark - The guitar

Well, I was p^Bmassing by a pawn shop In an o^Glder part of town ^ASomethin' caught my eye And I ^F#stopped and turned around I ^Bmstepped inside an' there I spied In the ^Gmiddle of it all Was a ^Abeat up old guitar ^F#Hangin' on the wall. ^Bm"What do you want for that piece of junk?" I a^Gsked the old man He just ^Asmiled and took it down And he ^F#put it in my hand He said, ^Bm"You tell me what it's worth ^GYou're the one who wants it ^ATurn it up, play a song And l^F#et's just see what haunts it."

So I ^Bmhit a couple of cords In my old c^Gountry way of strumming And t^Ahen my fingers turned to lightnin' Man, I ne^F#ver heard it comin'

It was ^Bmlike I always knew it I j^Gust don't know where I learned it It ^Awadn't nothin' but the truth So I just r^F#eared back and burned it

Well, I ^Bmlost all track of time There w^Gas nothing I couldn't pick ^AUp and down the neck Man.. I nev^F#er missed a lick

The ^Bmguitar almost played itself T^Ahere was not^Ghing I could do ^AIt was getting hard to tell Just ^F#who was playing who

When I ^Bmfinally put it down I ^Gcouldn't catch my breath My ^Ahands were shakin' And I was ^F#scared to death The ^Bmold man finally got up Said, ^G"where in the Hell you been? ^AI've been waiting all these years For ^F#you to stumble in" Then he ^Bmtook down an old dusty case Said, ^G"go on and pack it up, ^AYou don't owe me nothing" And ^F#then he said, "good luck" There^Bm was somethin' spooky in his voice And so^Gmethin' strange on his face When he s^Ahut the lid I saw my n^F#ame was on the case