The Guitar

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
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 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
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 Well I lost all track of time
 There was nothing I couldn't pick
 Up and down the neck
 Man, 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
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 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
 Just for you to stumble in"
 Then he took down an old dusty case
 And 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