Pawn Shop Horn · 当铺橱窗里的号

[Verse 1]

There's a shop on Delaney with a bell above the door

And a window full of somebody else's wanting something more

Guitars without their owners, rings without their hands

And a trumpet in the corner that my granddaddy used to play

[Pre-Chorus]

A hundred twenty dollars, handwritten on a tag

Hanging by a string like it ain't worth more than that

But I learned how to breathe on that mouthpiece, I learned how to stand

I learned that a poor man could sound like a king with a horn in his hand

[Chorus]

There's a pawn shop horn in a window on Delaney Street

One hundred twenty dollars for the thing that taught me how to breathe

I can't buy it back, but I can play it in my head

Every Sunday morning, every note he ever said

Pawn shop horn, hanging on a string

Somebody sold my granddaddy's soul for a hundred and twenty

[Verse 2]

I saved for four long months in a jar beneath my bed

Counted out the quarters every time I got ahead

Walked in on a Tuesday with my fists inside my coat

And the tag had lost a corner, and the number was a thousand and a note

[Pre-Chorus]

A thousand twenty dollars, handwritten on a tag

Somebody else's money, somebody else's bag

But I stood there in that doorway and I played the whole thing through

In my head, in my chest, in the way he taught me to

[Chorus]

There's a pawn shop horn in a window on Delaney Street

One hundred twenty dollars for the thing that taught me how to breathe

I can't buy it back, but I can play it in my head

Every Sunday morning, every note he ever said

Pawn shop horn, hanging on a string

Somebody sold my granddaddy's soul for a hundred and twenty

[Bridge]

And I know it's only brass, and I know it's only air

And I know he wouldn't want me standing crying on that stair

He'd say girl, the horn don't own the music, you do

He'd say play it from your ribs, that's what poor folks do

So I played it right there in the doorway with my hands inside my coat

And the bell above the door kept the time, and I hit every note

[Final Chorus]

There's a pawn shop horn in a window on Delaney Street

A thousand twenty dollars but it's priceless underneath

I can't buy it back, but I can play it in my head

Every Sunday morning, every note he ever said

Pawn shop horn, hanging on a string

Granddaddy, I still got it, I still got everything

[Outro]

I still got it, I still got it

The horn don't own the music, I do

I still got it