Guitar Shopping

There's a guitar here in the window

I'd like to play before it's sold.

It's such a classic, mint condition,

Great shape for one this old.



Now all these axes have their stories,

Of the gigs that they have seen

But when this one sold the first time

I was seventeen.



'Course back then I didn't want it

It was way too new for me.

I needed something old and righteous

With its own authority.



So the first guitar I ever bought

Was twice as old as me

'Cause its life was full of music,

As I dreamed that mine might be.



And I played that thing a thousand nights

And traded it away

For something slightly newer

That was easier to play.



But now lately I buy new guitars

They're shiny as a hearse.

I still like the look of road wear,

But the roles have been reversed.



And now this thing is a classic

But I still don't need to buy.

Yeah, the old one's have their stories

But by now,

So do I.