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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keith Urban
Performer
The Ranch
Performer
Tony Harrell
Piano
Carl Marsh
Conductor
The Nashville String Machine
Strings
Monty Powell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vernon Rust
Composer
Keith Urban
String Arranger
Carl Marsh
String Arranger
Monty Powell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Urban
Producer
Monty Powell
Producer
Mike Poole
Mixing Engineer
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
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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
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
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
Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
Writer(s): Keith Lionel Urban, Vernon Wayne Rust
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