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Some information about Ghost in His Guitar Lyrics Title: Keith Urban - Ghost in His Guitar lyrics Artist: Keith Urban Album: In The Ranch Visitors: 14 visitors have visited Ghost in His Guitar Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. 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 I knew where my fingers went From his greasy fingerprints Yeahhe 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 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 Wellthe night before he died he made me take it He saidYou 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 Hottest songs from Keith Urban : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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