Вершы: David Wilcox. Guitar Shopping.

There?s a guitar here in the window
I?d like to play before it?s sold
It?s 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 didn?t 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
They?re 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 don?t need to buy
Yeah, the old one?s have their stories
But by now, so do I