Ranch - Ghost In This Guitar Lyrics
(keith urban and vernon rust)Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fenceI risked a whoopin every time I wentcause white boys werent allowedOn the colored side of townBut I was proud to callThat old black man my friendHe had a pillow by the bed he used to pray onAnd a beat up old guitar he let me play onI knew where my fingers wentFrom his greasy fingerprintsYeah, he was passin onWhat was handed down to him(chorus)And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardropsAnd the beers he missed in smokey little barsAnd sometimes that old man he comes alive in my handsI feel the beating of his sad old broken heartJust like theres a ghost in this guitarA ghost in this guitarWell, the night before he died he made me take itHe said, you play it now, cause I gotta goAnd I can feel him in my fingers when I play itcause sometimes Im in controlAnd sometimes I just sit backAnd let him goSit back and let him go(repeat chorus)Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
