If She’s In A Pawnshop Lyrics by Brock Phillips
If she’s in a pawnshop
Sellin’ for half the cash she should
If there’s a scratch on the flat top
Some lacquer cracks down to the wood
If she’s collecting dust
Strings gone rusty
The mother of pearl don’t shine
If any son of a gun
Can just come pick her up
You can bet your life that I’m
Probably ‘bout six feet down in the dirt
Played my last song, sung my last word
She’d never be out of my sight on my watch
So if she’s in a pawnshop
I’m in a pine box
Mmm, yeah
If she’s in a pawnshop
Guess the dream got the better of us
Maybe lost to the longshot
Maybe the road got a little too rough
Whether I lost my mind
Or my last dime
No matter the facts I ain’t coming back ‘cause I’m
Probably ‘bout six feet down in the dirt
Played my last song, sung my last word
She’d never be out of my sight on my watch
So if she’s in a pawnshop
I’m in a pine box
So if you land on a price
And take her home tonight
You oughta treat her right
‘Cause Lord knows I’m
Probably ‘bout six feet down in the dirt
Played my last song, sung my last word
She’d never be out of my sight on my watch
So if she’s in a pawnshop
I’m in a pine box
I’m in a pine box
Yeah
I’m in a pine box
