[ Featuring His Fitful Head ]
In the window of guitars
You can see the price of dreams
A Stratocaster to the stars
In a red and silver gleam
Epiphones are made in China
Gibsons in the USA
Fenders can come from anywhere
Depends on what you want to pay
My heart still skips a beat
The memories so sweet
I will always cross the street
To the window of guitars
They stand like signals from the past
Of what the future still could be
Old wood and steel designed to last
A dozen lifetimes easily
Down at the crossroads there's a place
Where souls are bought or traded in
I see the hope on every face
I see Robert Johnson's grin
