Ghost in this 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 on the colored side of town

4 But I was proud to call that old black man my friend.

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

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

7 I knew where my fingers went from his greasy fingerprints

8 Yeah, he was passin' on what was handed down to him.

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

10 And the beers he missed in smokey little bars

11 And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands

12 I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart

13 Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar.

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

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

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

17 'Cause sometimes I'm in control and sometimes

18 I just sit back and let him go, Sit back and let him go.

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

20 And the beers he missed in smokey little bars

21 And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands

22 I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart

23 Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar.

24 Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar...