Guitar Shopping

Theres a guitar here in the window
Id like to play before its sold
Its such a classic, mint condition
Great shape for one this old

Now, all these axes have their stories
Of the gigs that they have seen
But when this one sold the first time
I was seventeen

'Course back then I didnt want it
It was way too new for me
I needed something old and righteous
With its own authority

So the first guitar I ever bought
Was twice as old as me
Cause its life was full of music
As I dreamed that mine might be

And I played that thing a thousand nights
And traded it away
For something slightly newer
That was easier to play

But now lately, I buy new guitars
Theyre shiny as a hearse
I still like the look of road wear
But the roles have been reversed

And now this thing is a classic
But I still dont need to buy
Yeah, the old ones have their stories
But by now, so do I