Pick Me!

My old hometown had a pawnshop
With a room full of guitars
Hanging from the ceiling
Like a thousand shiny stars

And on my fourteenth birthday
My Daddy said, let's go
And we stayed there for an hour
Walking row after row

And among the line of flattops
Hung a D-17, 83
That little sunburst gal she said
Pick me, pick me

Then one night at The Bluebird
I sang a song or two
I looked up between the numbers
And there I saw you

And when the night was over
And I was headed for the door
You touched me on the shouder
And in your eyes I saw

A thousand shining stars
And an iridescent sea
And a voice inside the void said
Pick me, pick me

And among the line of flattops
Hung a D-17, 83
That little sunburst gal she said
Pick me, pick me

And a thousand shining stars
From an iridescent sea
Like a voice inside a void it said
Pick me, pick me
Pick me!