Pawn Shop Guitar

Intro: F [Verso 1] F Bb F Pawned my high school ring my freshman year in college Bb C Traded my education for some six-string knowledge F Bb F Old man behind the counter said kid this'll take you far Dm F If you listen to the whispers C F In this pawn shop guitar [Verso 2] F Bb I came to Music City with some songs F Burning a hole in my pocket Bb They slammed the door in my face C But I kept on a knocking F Another cowboy on Broadway Bb F C/E Dm Sleepin' in my car F With the whisper C F In my pawn shop guitar [Refrão] Bb F Old man said with wood and steel you can get the girl Dm Am Bb Where it's broken your song can heal the world Bb To thine own self be true F C/E Dm Be who you are F Flying on the whispers C F In this pawn shop guitar [Verso 3] F Bb F It was the best of times and the worst of times Bb C Singin' on street corners for dollars, quarters and dimes F Bb F C/E Dm Desperate, I pawned my guitar for fifty bucks F C F Man, she was long gone when I went back to pick her up [Refrão] 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 Yeah, to thine own self be true F C/E Dm Be who you are F Flying on the whispers C F In this pawn shop guitar [Ponte] Dm And I didn't know if I would ever write again F And one night in a bar the old man stumbled in Bb F Threw a hundred-dollar bill and drew a sharpie heart Bb C On a note he wrote, "That's where the good songs are" Outro: F Bb F In every airport lounge, street corner, and every bar Bb C I put a Ben Franklin in every kid's pickle tip jar F Bb F C/E And I write a note with a big red sharpie heart Dm F C "That's where the good songs are" N.C. In the never-say-dier, the soul of a songwriter F And a pawn shop guitar