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