paroles de chanson Ghost in the Guitar - Keith Urban
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
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
Take
a
listen
to
the
ghost
in
this
guitar
1 Billy
2 Some Days You Gotta Dance
3 Just Some Love
4 Homespun Love
5 Walkin' The Country
6 Walkin' the Country
7 My Last Name
8 Stuck in the Middle
9 Stuck In The Middle With You
10 Ghost in the Guitar
11 Man Of The House
12 Tangled Up In Love
13 Hank Don't Fail Me Now
14 Freedom's Finally Mine
15 Desiree
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