Текст песни Ghost In His Guitar

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
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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

[Repeat Chorus]

Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar

Keith Urban Ghost In His Guitar