 Ghost in this guitar lyrics ( Ranch )   
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Artist : Ranch
Song : Ghost in this guitar
(keith urban and vernon rust)
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
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
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
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