-39 # Ghost in his guitar

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