Chords for Lukas Kowalski - The Guitar (by Guy Clark)

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[F#] _ _ Well [Bm] I was passing by a pawn shop [G] in the older part of town, [A] and something caught my eye,
so [F#] I stopped and turned around, [Bm] stepped inside and there I spied [G] in the middle of it all,
[A] was a beat up old guitar, [F#] hanging on the wall.
_ [Bm] What do you want for that piece of junk?
[G] I asked the old man.
_ [A] He just smiled and took it down [F#] and put it in my hand.
_ [Bm] You tell me what it's worth, _
[G] you're the one who wants it.
_ [A] Tune it up and play a song, [F#] let's just see what haunts it.
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[F#] _ _ _ [Bm] So I hit a couple of chords, [G] my old country way of strumming,
[A] but then my fingers turned to lightning [F#] and man I never heard it coming.
[Bm] It was like I always knew it, I [G] just don't know where I learned it.
It [A] was nothing but the truth, so [F#] I reared back and burned it.
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[F#] _ _ _ [Bm] Well I lost all track of time, and [G] there was nothing I couldn't pick.
_ [A] Up and down the neck, man I [F#] never missed a lick.
[Bm] The guitar almost played itself and [G] there was nothing I couldn't do.
_ [A] It was getting hard to tell [F#] just who was playing who.
_ [Bm] When I finally put it down, [G] I couldn't catch my breath, [A] my hands were shaking and [F#] I was scared to death.
[Bm] The old man finally got up and said, [G] where in the hell you been?
[A] I've been waiting all these years [F#] for you to stumble in.
[Bm] Then he took down an old dusty case [G] and said go on, pack it up.
_ [A] You don't owe me nothing, [F#] but when he said good luck,
[Bm] there was something spooky in his voice and [G] something strange on his face.
[A] And when he shut the lid, [F#] I saw my name was on the case. _ _ _
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