Intro: Em | | | | D | | | |
Em
Down the drainpipe cross the yard and through the fence
D Em
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
B7
That old black man my friend
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
Chorus:
C G
And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops
D Em
and the beers he missed in smokey little bars
C G
And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands
Am B7
I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart
C D
Just like there's a ghost in this 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
Chorus
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