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Pawn shop dusty in the corner of the street
Owner says "That thing's been here twenty weeks"
Scratched up body, strings all rusted brown
But when i touched the neck, i heard that haunted sound
Price tag faded, serial number worn away
Something in my pocket said i had to pay
Carried her home like a sleeping child
Didn't know i'd just adopted something wild
Plugged her in and felt the electricity
Something more than voltage running through me
She's got the soul of every song unsung
Every riff that died too young
Blackwood six-string, tell your story
Through my fingers, share your glory
Every scratch is battle scars
From smoky clubs and dive bar wars
Blackwood six-string, play through me
Set those buried melodies free
First chord rang like thunder in a bottle
Hit the amp like lightning at full throttle
Neighbors started knocking but i couldn't stop
Every note was treasure from a forgotten shop
Late night sessions, just me and her alone
Learning all the secrets that she'd never shown
Fingers bleeding but the music wouldn't quit
Like she'd been waiting for someone to commit
Every fret holds memories i'll never know
Decades of rock and roll embedded in the glow
She's got the soul of every song unsung
Every riff that died too young
Blackwood six-string, tell your story
Through my fingers, share your glory
Every scratch is battle scars
From smoky clubs and dive bar wars
Blackwood six-string, play through me
Set those buried melodies free
Found a photo tucked inside the case
Faded Polaroid, i can't make out the face
But i can feel his ghost in every bend
Some legends never truly end
She's got the soul of every song unsung
Every riff that died too young
Blackwood six-string, now i'm home
Never gonna play alone
Every scratch tells the story
Of forgotten rock and roll glory
Blackwood six-string, part of me
We're writing new mythology
Blackwood six-string tell your story
Blackwood six-string share your glory
New mythology, new mythology