After all this time I can still remember
It was on display in that pawn shop window
All I ever wanted was sitting right there
That 1972 electric blue Fender guitar
Learned every song from Waylon to Zeppelin
We must've played every bar from Charlotte to Destin
That old guitar went missing one night and I
I hate to admit, but I sat down and I cried
You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, 'til it's
Nothing more than a memory in the back of your head like a song
Don't really feel it 'til you gotta move on
You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
You come to that age when you feel your world changing
When your friends are getting married and people start leaving
The day I left I swore I'd never look back
But looking back now on those days I've been thinking that
You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, 'til it's
Nothing more than a memory in the back of your head like a song
Don't really feel it 'til you gotta move on
You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
There's always that girl that you let walk away
Should have swallowed my pride, should have begged her to stay
I haven't seen Sara in God knows when
But when I close my eyes I can feel her in my arms again
You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, 'til it's
Nothing more than a memory in the back of your head like a song
Don't really feel it 'til you gotta move on
You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
'Til it's gone, yeah
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)
(Whoa-oh, whoa)