Відключити рекламуVerse 1
F Bb F Pawned my high school ring my freshman year in college
F Bb CTraded my education for some six-string knowledge
F Bb F DmOld man behind the counter said kid this'll take you far
F CIf you listen to the whispers.
FIn this pawn shop guitar
Verse 2
F BbI came to Music City with some songs
FBurning a hole in my pocket
F BbThey slammed the door in my face
CBut I kept on a knocking
FAnother cowboy on Broadway
Bb F C/EDmSleepin' in my car
F CWith the whisper.
FIn my pawn shop guitar
Chorus 1
Bb FOld man said with wood and steel you can get the girl
Dm Am Bb Where it's broken your song can heal the world
BbTo thine own self be true
F C/E Dm Be who you are.
F CFlying on the whispers..
FIn this pawn shop guitar
Verse 3
F Bb FIt was the best of times and the worst of times
F Bb CSingin' on street corners for dollars, quarters and dimes
F Bb F C/E DmDesperate, I pawned my guitar for fifty bucks
F C FMan, she was long gone when I went back to pick her up.
Chorus
Bb F With wood and steel you can sing Willie, Waylon, and Merle
Dm Am Bb Where it's broken your song can heal the world
Bb GmYeah, to thine own self be true
F C/E Dm Be who you are
F CFlying on the whispers.
FIn this pawn shop guitar
Bridge
DmAnd I didn't know if I would ever write again
F BbAnd one night in a bar the old man stumbled in
Bb FThrew a hundred-dollar bill and drew a sharpie heart
Bb COn a note he wrote, "That's where the good songs are"
Outro
F Bb FIn every airport lounge, street corner, and every bar
F Bb CI put a Ben Franklin in every kid's pickle tip jar
F Bb F C/E DmAnd I write a note with a big red sharpie heart
F C"That's where the good songs are" .
In the never-say-dier, the soul of a songwriter
FAnd a pawn shop guitar..
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