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