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