The Guitar Lyrics

	作曲 : Clark, Thompson
	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 spiedIn 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 downand he put it in my hand
	He said you tell me what it's worth
	You're the one who wants it
	Turn it up, play a song
	And let's just see what haunts it
	So I hit a couple of cords
	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
	Guy Clark -
	The Guitar

	zuo qu : Clark, Thompson
	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 spiedIn 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 downand he put it in my hand
	He said you tell me what it' s worth
	You' re the one who wants it
	Turn it up, play a song
	And let' s just see what haunts it
	So I hit a couple of cords
	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
	Guy Clark
	The Guitar

	zuò qǔ : Clark, Thompson
	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 spiedIn 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 downand he put it in my hand
	He said you tell me what it' s worth
	You' re the one who wants it
	Turn it up, play a song
	And let' s just see what haunts it
	So I hit a couple of cords
	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
	Guy Clark
	The Guitar

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