Lyrics:
Well, I was passing by a pawn shopIn an older part of townSomething caught my eyeAnd I stopped and turned aroundI stepped inside and there I spiedIn the middle of it allWas a beat up old guitarHanging on the wall'What do you want for that piece of junk?'I asked the old manHe just smiled and took it downAnd he put it in my handHe said, 'You tell me what it's worthYou're the one who wants it'Tune it up, play a songAnd let's just see what haunts itSo, I hit a couple of chordsIn my old country way of strummingAnd then my fingers turned to lightningMan, I never heard it comingIt was like I always knew itI just don't know where I learned itIt wasn't nothin' but the truthSo I just reared back and burned itWell, I lost all track of timeThere was nothing I couldn't pickUp and down the neckI never missed a lickThe guitar almost played itselfThere was nothing I could doIt was getting hard to tellJust who was playing whoWhen I finally put it downI couldn't catch my breathMy hands were shakingAnd I was scared to deathThe old man finally got upSaid, 'Where in the hell you been?I've been waiting all these yearsFor you to stumble in'Then he took down an old dusty caseSaid, ' Go on and pack it upYou don't owe me nothing'And then he said, 'Good luck'There was something spooky in his voiceAnd something strange on his faceWhen he shut the lidI saw my name was on the case