[Verse 1] Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence I risked a whooping every time I went Cause white boys werent 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 passing 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 theres a ghost in this guitar A ghost in this guitar [Verse 2] 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 Im in control And sometimes I just sit back And let him go Sit back and let him go See Keith Urban LiveGet tickets as low as 32You might also like[Chorus] [Outro] Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
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