Ghost In This Guitar

[Verse 1] Em Em Em Em D D D D Em Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence D Em I risked a whooping every time I went C 'Cause white boys weren't allowed G On the colored side of town Am But I was proud to call B That old black man my friend Em He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on D Em And a beat up old guitar he let me play on C I knew where my fingers went G From his greasy fingerprints Am Yeah, he was passing on B7 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 a live in my hands Am B I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart C D Em D/E Em Just like there's a ghost in this gui ta-a-a-a-ar a-ar a-ar A ghost in this D D D D gui tar [Verse 2] Em Well, the night before he died he made me take it D Em He said, "You play it now, 'cause I gotta go" C G And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it Am 'Cause some times I'm in control B B/D# And some times I just sit back Em D/E Em And let him go oh oh Sit back and let him guitar: D D D D go ho! Em Em Em Em D D B B 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 a live in my hands Am B I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart C D Em D/E Em Just like there's a ghost in this gui ta-a-a-a-ar a-ar a-ar C D/C A ghost in this gui tar C D Take a listen to the ghost in this Em Em Em Em gui tar C D/C C D Em Em Em Em C D/C C D/C Em Em Em Em C D/C C D Em Em Em Em C D/C C Em Am Em Em Em Em