[short intro] Verse 1: I was low on cash and needed a guitar Needed a six string for another Friday night at the local bar Walked into a pawn shop in the city down the road Hoping someone had to let a good one go There it was, my eyes lit up, top shelf a bit rough Gibson on the logo, I could see it was an old J-45 Couldn’t believe that guitar was still alive Chorus: What was its story, why was it even here I was staring at a legend most songwriters endear Pawnbroker got’er down for me to look over The back told a story, the initials of two lovers Verse 2: This workhorse was worth twice the price and had a mystery too I tuned it a bit and it seemed to be a real good fit Bought for a song, now knew what I had to do Played some chords and knew, this pawned find was it Bridge: Those initials were really bugging me throughout that day I couldn’t sleep, they had something to say Wrote an unfinished love song, gave those lovers some closure This song ran from my heart to my fingers, before it was over Final Verse: Took my find and my new song to the bar later in the week Told everybody the story and how this Gibson could speak When the song was through, an older man approached the stage Eyes watering, he mumbled “son, we were engaged” He reached out and touched that old worn neck... Like he hadn't seen an old friend in years. His fingers found those faded letters on the back Like they were carved there yesterday, now covered with his tears Final Chorus: What was its story, why was it even here I was staring at a legend most songwriters endear The back told a story, the initials of two lovers I finished their song, letting those initials… finally find each other
