So you found an old guitar in a dusty case
In a town just south of Athens
Busted-up strings and holes in its face
But you knew you just had to have it
So you took the last twenty bucks out of your jeans
And you said, “Ma’am, I’ll take it”
She said, “I don’t know what you see in it”
Pointed to a sign that read “All things sold here as is”

Then you looked across the passenger seat
At a broken-down old bartender you met when he was thirty-three
And you don’t know why you hung on so long
His coat has holes in it
But there’s somethin’ you saw then that maybe you still see
And you remember that morning, that dusty morning
When you walked out into the light with him
And you saw him for the first time as is

As is
You see a little light come runnin’
Out of the scars and cracks
As is
Kinda thing just you hold once
And you’re never gonna give it back
As is
Somethin’ so proud to have a home
Even though it knows just a few old songs
As is, as is, as is

As is
You see a little light come runnin’
Out of the scars and cracks
As is
Kinda thing you just hold once
And you’re never gonna give it back
As is
Somehow here it feels like home as if you’ve known it all along
Even though it knows just a few old songs
As is, as is, as is

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