Guitar Shopping

There's a guitar here in the window

I'd like to play before its sold

Its such a classic, mint condition

Great shape for one this old

Now all these axes have their stories

Of the gigs that they have seen

But when this one sold the first time

I was seventeen

'Course back then I didn't want it

it was way too new for me

I needed something old and righteous

with its own authority

So the first guitar I ever bought

Was twice as old as me

Cause its life was full of music

As I dreamed that mine might be

And I played that thing a thousand nights

And traded it away

For something slightly newer

That was easier to play

But now lately I buy new guitars,

They're shiny as a hearse

I still like the look of road wear,

But the roles have been reversed

And now this thing is a classic

But I still don't need to buy

Yeah the old ones have their stories

But by now, so do I