Just who was playing who, there was nothing i could do
I never heard it coming, and i was scared to death
You tell me what it s worth, i hit a couple of chords
And then my fingers turned to lightning, it was getting hard to tell, i just don t know where i learned it
there was nothing i couldn t pick
the old man finally got up
Go on and pack it up, there was nothing i could do, i ve been waiting all these years
For you to stumble in, in my old country way of strumming
he just smiled and took it down
In my old country way of strumming, i was passing by a pawn shop, and i stopped and turned around
in an older part of town
You re the one who wants it, there was nothing i couldn t pick, the old man finally got up
Was a beat up old guitar, you tell me what it s worth, in the middle of it all
I stepped inside and there i spied, i just don t know where i learned it
I never missed a lick, the guitar almost played itself Clark, hanging on the wall
hanging on the wall
And i stopped and turned around, when i finally put it down
I stepped inside and there i spied, my hands were shaking
I ve been waiting all these years, then he took down an old dusty case
i couldn t catch my breath
I lost all track of time, then he took down an old dusty case
I just don t know where i learned it, i was passing by a pawn shop
when i finally put it down
In my old country way of strumming, i never missed a lick
And i stopped and turned around, the guitar almost played itself
You don t owe me nothing, go on and pack it up
i never missed a lick
in the middle of it all
Go on and pack it up, there was nothing i could do The, what do you want for that piece of junk?
I never heard it coming, where in the hell you been
go on and pack it up
So i just reared back and burned it, in my old country way of strumming
In my old country way of strumming, he just smiled and took it down
In the middle of it all, i was passing by a pawn shop, there was nothing i could do
And something strange on his face, and i stopped and turned around, it was getting hard to tell
Another great singer songwriter has gone RIP Guy Clark, absolutely loved your music, now going to get out my guitar and learn a few more of your wonderful songs
I just saw Verlon at The Kerrville Music Festival, 6-10-17. Never heard of him before. He came on and played and told stories of him and Guy. The first thing that struck me was how fantastic his guitar sounded compared to anyone else's that night. He played this song, I never heard it before. Wow. Not only did I get to "discover" Verlon Thompson, I got to "discover" Guy Clark. Oh....and I live in Austin!!! For the last 30+ years!! I've heard of Guy, seen him advertised, just never HEARD him play. Damn.....I'm an idiot. I so missed out!
Wow!.I stumbled across this song the other day as scrolling through the channels while driving. I didn't know who the singer was or what the name of the song was, but thanks to "key words" in Google I was able to find this. I'm not sure why this song kind of mesmerized me as this is far from my usual style of music, but I just wanted more after I heard the song. Something about the story telling in the song that kind of gives me chills. Looks like I'm going to have a Guy Clark channel on Pandora soon. Sorry to hear of his passing away.
perfect song for this day when i sit in my kitchen and cry... typing this with one hand as my left hand has a tendon ailment that prevents me from strumming on my guitar. adios guy, i will try to keep them from calling you a 'country songwriter'. you were a songwriter.
The world lost a precious gift when
Guy Clark passed. Lord could that man tell a story! And he told his story's with words that allowed us to feel the emotions he sang about. I'm 62 now. Have been listening to Guy since about 1970. I swear every time I listen to him I like him more.........you could have guessed by now I love Guy Clark. Damn I'm gonna miss him.
There's no replacing Guy. His music is timeless. He will be enjoyed by many generations to come.,cause everybody enjoys a good story. Especially when it's told by someone who knows how to tell it. God bless you Guy. Thank you for sharing your precious gift with the world. You will be missed and heard for many years. Thanks all.
I will never forget the day I met Sue Ellen. Was driveng around hitting all the pawn shops and music stores, looking for HER. Played all kinda steel string, six strings for a whole day. My old car gave out. Over heated, died on the street right in front of a parking lot. It was a parking lot to a pawn shop. I pulled in and parked no longer looking for a guitar. just looking for a phone to call my roomie and say come get me. They had a section on the north wall of the 'shop' with amps in a circle, closing the rest of the shop from about 8 -10 acoustics hanging from the wall. And there she was a solid black Washburn D10. I picked her up and started strumming " death don't have no mercy" Walked up to the counter, waited in line with all the folks buying gold chains or electric tools or what ever. Some daddy getting his stuff out of pawn was there with his child. I was strumming and his kid walked up to me and wanted to strum that magic guitar. She is right here next to me right now. 15 years later. This song means a lot to me.
Quite awesome! Guy's story telling has a "Devil Went Down Georgia" Charlie Danielsesque feel to it.The finger picking is superb!Thank You Markie Z for the introduction to Guy Clark.
guy is the most prolific beautiful wordsmith that i cant get away from. his words capture me. beautiful man.those musicians that know how to spin words melt me.
wish i could have known him.