Thousands of Guitars

Now your standards change with poverty
Certain things become luxuries
So drive yourself down to the pawn shop
There’s nothing to cry about
There are thousands of guitars
All over the world
So shake off that sorrow, shame and self-pity
Your '69 SG was never a necessity
The Beatles and Stones and Raspberries
Will always be there to remind you of what will always be
Thousands of guitars all over the world
Millions, even
All over the world
Stop holding on
The rest have all been sold
Give her a kiss goodbye
Then just let her go
Don’t you know that they never really die
There’s no graveyard or heaven in the sky
There’ll be one for you when you can
They’re everywhere
They just change hands
Thousands of guitars
Hold on to your soul
Never give it away
And you’ll always be all right