Ghost in This Guitar
Keith Urban
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Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence I risked a whoopin' every time I went 'Cause white boys weren't allowed On the colored side of town But I was proud to call That old black man my friend He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on And a beat up old guitar he let me play on I knew where my fingers went From his greasy fingerprints Yeah, he was passin' on What was handed down to him [Chorus] And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops And the beers he missed in smokey little bars And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart Just like there's a ghost in this guitar A ghost in this guitar Well, the night before he died he made me take it He said, "You play it now, 'cause I gotta go" And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it 'Cause sometimes I'm in control And sometimes I just sit back And let him go Sit back and let him go [Chorus] Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
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Written by: KEITH URBAN, VERNON WAYNE RUST
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