david wilcox
guitar shopping
There's a guitar here in the window I'd like to play before it's sold It's 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  Of course, back then, I didn't want it It was way too new for me I needed something old and righteous With it's own authority So the first guitar I ever bought Was twice as old as me 'cause it's life was filled with music As I dreamed that mine might be 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 this is a classic That I still don't need to buy Yeah, the old ones have their stories But by now, So do I