Ghost in the Guitar Lyrics - Keith Urban

1 Down the drain pipe, cross the yard and through the fence

2 I risked a whoopin' every time I went

3 'Cause white boys weren't allowed

4 On the colored side of town

5 But I was proud to call

6 That old black man my friend

7 He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on

8 And a beat up old guitar he let me play on

9 I knew where my fingers went

10 From his greasy fingerprints

11 Yeah, he was passin' on

12 What was handed down to him

13 And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops

14 And the beers he missed in smoky little bars

15 And sometimes that old man, he comes alive in my hands

16 I feel the beating of his sad, old broken heart

17 Just like there's a ghost in this guitar

18 A ghost in this guitar

19 Well, the night before he died he made me take it

20 He said, "You play it now, 'cause I gotta go"

21 And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it

22 'Cause sometimes I'm in control

23 And sometimes I just sit back

24 And let him go

25 Sit back and let him go

26 And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops

27 And the beers he missed in smoky little bars

28 And sometimes that old man, he comes alive in my hands

29 I feel the beating of his sad, old broken heart

30 Just like there's a ghost in this guitar

31 A ghost in this guitar

32 Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar