Текст песни The Ranch - Ghost In This Guitar
The Ranch - Ghost In This Guitar слова песни
(Keith Urban and Vernon Rust)Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fenceI risked a whoopin` every time I went`Cause white boys weren`t allowedOn the colored side of townBut I was proud to callThat old black man my friendHe had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on And a beat up old guitar he let me play onI knew where my fingers wentFrom his greasy fingerprintsYeah, he was passin` onWhat was handed down to him(Chorus)And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardropsAnd the beers he missed in smokey little bars And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my handsI feel the beating of his sad old broken heart Just like there`s a ghost in this guitarA ghost in this guitarWell, the night before he died he made me take itHe 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 controlAnd sometimes I just sit backAnd let him goSit back and let him go(Repeat Chorus)Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar