This Old Guitar

I was working at an easy pawn shop

When old man came stumbling though the door

His sad eyes told the story of a lot of years as he dragged his tired feet

And he slowly crossed the floor

He layed a six string on the counter

He stepped back and bowed down his head

Just to hide a tear that was falling from his eyes

As he softly said

You know me and this guitar seen brighter days

Wrote better songs and traveled so far

But now the strings are rusted

And all my dreams are busted

Son there's no more songs left in this old guitar

Son there's no more songs in this old guitar

We've been together through many years

Shared a lot of tears and played a lot of smokey bars

We've set beneath the moon together picking to the stars

Now there's no more songs left in this old guitar

Next morning I woke up

With that old man and that guitar on my mind

How he could lay his life on the counter and walk away

And just leave it all behind

And in the morning paper

Imagine my surprise

When I found that back page story about that man with the sad old eyes

They said he was a songwriter

He was one of the finest of his day

They'd been through it all together

But you know nothing lasts forever

The day they sold that guitar was the day

He passed away

Now I know what he meant when he said

Son there's no more songs left in this old guitar

We've been together through many years

Shared a lot of tears and played a lot of smokey bars

We've set beneath the moon together picking to the stars

Now there's no more songs left in this old guitar

I headed back to the easy pawn shop

And I pulled that old guitar down off the rack

I polished her off and tuned her up

And I strapped her across my back

Popped a Dr. Pepper and I drifted away

Hopped up on the tool box and I began to play

I sat there pickin and strummin Lord

I was tappin my feet and hummin for so long

Just sat there pickin and playin

And thinkin about what that old man had been sayin

Next thing I knew I'd written this song

Mister there was one more song left in that old guitar

I wish I could play it for you but heaven knows I don't know where you are

So I'll sit beneath the moon tonight and pick it to the stars

Mister there was one more song left in that old guitar

Mister there was one more song left in that old guitar