Already Done

Well they say this guitar's priceless, and if I get down on my luck

I could put it in the paper, and get God knows how much

It sits there in the corner, Quietly collecting dust

But it aint what it can do, It's what it's already done

Then there's that old pickup, Stuck out in the drive

Just sittin' high on blocks, Since the day that it died

They tell me I should sell it, Just because it doesn't run

But it aint what it can do, It's what it's already done

Back when I started to sing for crowds, beating on that old 6 string real loud

And you cheered me on, while I played out of tune