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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