Three Pawn Shops by Eric Dahl Lyrics

There are three pawn shops in Harrison, Arkansas
Where I found this guitar
Felt like singing a phrase or two
Never thought I’d get this far
They played Johnny Cash on cassette
At the funeral home
Someone called out, “Amen.”
This is the way we lay our people down
Until they rise again

Darlin come home to this Arkansas mountain
We’ll take you up the gravel road –
To your father and brother
Buried on that mountain top
Long black car with its precious load
Long black car with its precious load

There’s a green shingle housе
Quarter mile from the gravеyard
Corrugated roof and an endless Ozark view
If anyone was getting out of this valley
Ginger, it was you
Tell us how you lived all the way down in Texas
Getting songwriters paid for their work on the screen
Pastor read a letter from the Austin Music Union
There’s a bouquet on the alter from Robert Earl Keen
Darlin come home to this Arkansas mountain
We’ll take you up the gravel road –
With your Aztec prince from San Antonio
Long black car with its precious load
Long black car with its precious load

As we passed slowly
On the Boone County highway
A farmer stops his tractor
In respect for the dead
Looks down a plow row
As the cars come by from Harrison
Slides a seed cap from his head
I have no claim but my memory
Of running with you in these hills
I said, “Ginger, magic girl
Will you ever come back?”
You said, “If and when god wills.”

Darlin come home to this Arkansas mountain
We’ll take you up the gravel road –
To your father and your brother
Buried on the mountain top
Long black car with its precious load
Long black car with its precious load
There are three pawn shops in Harrison, Arkansas
Where I found this guitar