Ghost In This Guitar

Ghost In This Guitar - Keith Urban (凱斯.厄本)/The Ranch

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

And I knew where my fingers went

From his greasy fingerprints

Yeah he was passin' on

What was handed down to him

And it soaked up all

The blood and sweat and

Teardrops

And the beers he missed

Is 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

And 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

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

Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar