Old Pawn Shop Guitar

In a window down on Main St. Sits an old pawn shop guitar Its strings are like a slinky And its finish has been marred But when a dreamer has a vision They keep shooting for the stars It's not about the glamour It's more about the heart If that old pawn shop guitar could talk Oh the stories it could tell Its raspy voice from the smoke Would prove it knows the bar scene well It's rough around the edges Yet it strums every chord in tune It could reflect upon the saddest song It helped write in some bedroom I walked in through the front door And it's like the man could tell He approached me with a smiling face Said here's the story that I tell I've seen you for the past few weeks Sneaking by to take a look That guitar right there could write a page It could even write a book Our late nights were never ending She knew Johnny, Hank and Merle Even sat in with the possum On his tour around the world She's played all kinds of music From rock and roll to hillbilly She even tried her hand in a bluegrass band But heartache's still her specialty If this old pawn shop guitar could talk Oh the stories she could tell Her raspy voice from the smoke Would prove she knows the bar scene well She's rough around the edges Yet she strums every chord in tune She can reflect upon the saddest song She helped write in our bedroom I know all this cause she was mine From way back in the day But I hung her up the day I got The note that she went away She helped me through my darkest hour I'd rather see that she lives on Than look out on these lonely streets And think she missed her first hit song Son promise me that you'll go far With this old pawn shop guitar