Keith Urban Lyrics

Album: In The Ranch

Ghost In His Guitar Lyrics

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