Second-Hand Guitar, First-Hand Love

Lyrics

I found her in a pawn shop with a crack along her side,
A scratch above the sound hole where somebody's pick had slid.
Forty pounds and a handshake, and the man said, treat her right,
I carried her home like treasure through the amber evening light.

Oh, second-hand guitar, you've got a thousand songs inside,
Every dent a memory, every string a small hello.
I don't know who played you first, but I'll play you till you shine,
Second-hand guitar, first-hand love, and a song that's yours and mine.

I learned three chords by Sunday, and they wobbled like a boat,
But my neighbour hummed along from the garden, and I wrote
A little tune for tea time and a verse about the rain,
And the old wood answered warmly, like she'd known them all again.

Oh, second-hand guitar, you've got a thousand songs inside,
Every dent a memory, every string a small hello.
I don't know who played you first, but I'll play you till you shine,
Second-hand guitar, first-hand love, and a song that's yours and mine.

Maybe someone wrote a love song on you underneath the stars,
Maybe someone sang a lullaby, or fixed up broken hearts.
Now it's my turn to be gentle, now it's my turn to begin,
And I'll leave a little music in you, for whoever's next to win.

Oh, second-hand guitar, you've got a thousand songs inside,
Every dent a memory, every string a small hello.
I don't know who played you first, but I'll play you till you shine,
Second-hand guitar, first-hand love, and a song that's yours and mine.

Strum it slow, strum it true,
Old guitar, I'm learning you.
Second-hand and shining bright,
Play me something for tonight.