Ghost In This Guitar Lyrics - Singles - The Ranch

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 

And I knew where my fingers went from his greasy fingerprints 

Yeah, he was passin' on what was handed down to him 

And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops 

And the beers he missed in smoky 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 

Well 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, I sit back and let him go