歌曲 | The Guitar |
歌手 | Guy Clark |
专辑 | Somedays the Song Writes You |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clark, Thompson | |
Well, I was passing by a pawn shop | |
In an older part of town | |
Something caught my eye | |
And I stopped and turned around | |
I stepped inside and there | |
I spiedIn the middle of it all | |
Was a beat up old guitar | |
Hanging on the wall. | |
What do you want for that piece of junk | |
I asked the old man | |
He just smiled and took it downand he put it in my hand | |
He said you tell me what it's worth | |
You're the one who wants it | |
Turn it up, play a song | |
And let's just see what haunts it | |
So I hit a couple of cords | |
In my old country way of strumming | |
And then my fingers turned to lightning | |
Man.. I never heard it coming | |
It was like | |
I always knew it | |
I just don't know where | |
I learned it | |
It wasn't nothin' but the truth | |
So I just reared back and burned it | |
Well I lost all track of time | |
There was nothing | |
I couldn't pick | |
Up and down the neck | |
I never missed a lick | |
The guitar almost played itself | |
There was nothing | |
I could do | |
It was getting hard to tell | |
Just who was playing who | |
When I finally put it down | |
I couldn't catch my breath | |
My hands were shaking | |
And I was scared to death | |
The old man finally got up | |
Said where in the | |
Hell you been | |
I've been waiting all these years | |
For you to stumble in | |
Then he took down an old dusty case | |
Said go on and pack it up | |
You don't owe me nothing | |
And then he said good luck | |
There was something spooky in his voice | |
And something strange on his face | |
When he shut the lid | |
I saw my name was on the case | |
Guy Clark - | |
The Guitar |
zuo qu : Clark, Thompson | |
Well, I was passing by a pawn shop | |
In an older part of town | |
Something caught my eye | |
And I stopped and turned around | |
I stepped inside and there | |
I spiedIn the middle of it all | |
Was a beat up old guitar | |
Hanging on the wall. | |
What do you want for that piece of junk | |
I asked the old man | |
He just smiled and took it downand he put it in my hand | |
He said you tell me what it' s worth | |
You' re the one who wants it | |
Turn it up, play a song | |
And let' s just see what haunts it | |
So I hit a couple of cords | |
In my old country way of strumming | |
And then my fingers turned to lightning | |
Man.. I never heard it coming | |
It was like | |
I always knew it | |
I just don' t know where | |
I learned it | |
It wasn' t nothin' but the truth | |
So I just reared back and burned it | |
Well I lost all track of time | |
There was nothing | |
I couldn' t pick | |
Up and down the neck | |
I never missed a lick | |
The guitar almost played itself | |
There was nothing | |
I could do | |
It was getting hard to tell | |
Just who was playing who | |
When I finally put it down | |
I couldn' t catch my breath | |
My hands were shaking | |
And I was scared to death | |
The old man finally got up | |
Said where in the | |
Hell you been | |
I' ve been waiting all these years | |
For you to stumble in | |
Then he took down an old dusty case | |
Said go on and pack it up | |
You don' t owe me nothing | |
And then he said good luck | |
There was something spooky in his voice | |
And something strange on his face | |
When he shut the lid | |
I saw my name was on the case | |
Guy Clark | |
The Guitar |
zuò qǔ : Clark, Thompson | |
Well, I was passing by a pawn shop | |
In an older part of town | |
Something caught my eye | |
And I stopped and turned around | |
I stepped inside and there | |
I spiedIn the middle of it all | |
Was a beat up old guitar | |
Hanging on the wall. | |
What do you want for that piece of junk | |
I asked the old man | |
He just smiled and took it downand he put it in my hand | |
He said you tell me what it' s worth | |
You' re the one who wants it | |
Turn it up, play a song | |
And let' s just see what haunts it | |
So I hit a couple of cords | |
In my old country way of strumming | |
And then my fingers turned to lightning | |
Man.. I never heard it coming | |
It was like | |
I always knew it | |
I just don' t know where | |
I learned it | |
It wasn' t nothin' but the truth | |
So I just reared back and burned it | |
Well I lost all track of time | |
There was nothing | |
I couldn' t pick | |
Up and down the neck | |
I never missed a lick | |
The guitar almost played itself | |
There was nothing | |
I could do | |
It was getting hard to tell | |
Just who was playing who | |
When I finally put it down | |
I couldn' t catch my breath | |
My hands were shaking | |
And I was scared to death | |
The old man finally got up | |
Said where in the | |
Hell you been | |
I' ve been waiting all these years | |
For you to stumble in | |
Then he took down an old dusty case | |
Said go on and pack it up | |
You don' t owe me nothing | |
And then he said good luck | |
There was something spooky in his voice | |
And something strange on his face | |
When he shut the lid | |
I saw my name was on the case | |
Guy Clark | |
The Guitar |