National Steel

Shining in the window a guitar that wasn't wood                   |////|F#m/E///|A///|E///|
It was looking like a silver coin from when they still were good  |////|E7///|Gm/E/F#m/E/|E///|
The man who kept the music shop was pleased to let me play        |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
Although the price was twenty times what I could ever pay         |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
     Pick it up and feel the weight and weigh the feel            |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
     That thing is an authentic National Steel                    |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
A lacy grille across the front and etchings on the back           |////|F#m/E///|A///|E///|
But the welding sealed a box not even Bukka White could crack     |////|E7///|Gm/E/F#m/E/|E///|
I tuned it to an open chord, picked up the nickel slide           |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
And bottlenecked a blues that sounded cold yet seemed to glide    |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
     The National Steel weaves a singing shroud                   |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
     Just as sure as men in winter breathe a cloud                |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
Scrapper Blackwell, Blind Boy Fuller and Blind Blake              |////|F#m/E///|A///|E///|
Son House or any name you care to take                            |////|E7///|Gm/E/F#m/E/|E///|
And from many a sad railroad, mine or mill                        |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
Lonnie Johnson's bitter tears are in there still                  |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
     Be certain, said the man, of who you are                     |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
     There are dead men still alive in that guitar                |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
Back there the next morning half demented by desire               |////|F#m/E///|A///|E///|
For that storybook assemblage of heavy plate and wire             |////|E7///|Gm/E/F#m/E/|E///|
I sold half the things I valued but I'll never count the cost     |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
While I can pick a note like broken bracken in the frost          |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|
     And I hear those fabled names becoming real                  |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
     Every time I feel the weight or weigh the feel               |A///|Am7///|E///|////|
     Of the vanished years inside my National Steel               |A///|B///|Am7/D/A/|E///|

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