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