Ghost In This Guitar

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Em
Down the drainpipe cross the yard 
and through the fence
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I risked a whoopin' every time I 
went
       C
Cause white boys weren't allowed
        G
On the coloured side of  town
           Am
But I was proud to call
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That old black man my friend


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He had a pillow on 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 passing on
What was handed down to him

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And it soaked up all the blood and 
           G
sweat and teardrops
        D                        
and the beers he missed in smokey 
         Em
little bars
     C                             
And sometimes that old man he comes
  G
 alive in my hands
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I feel the beating of his sad old 
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broken heart
C                                 
Just like there's a ghost in this 
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guitar
A
A ghost in this guitar


Well the night before he died he 
made me take it
He said "You play it know '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

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