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作曲 : Urban |
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作词 : Urban |
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Down the drain pipe, cross the yard and through the fence |
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I risked a whoopin' every time I went |
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'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored side of town |
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But I was proud to call that old black man my friend |
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He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on |
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And a beat up old guitar he let me play on |
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I knew where my fingers went from his greasy fingerprints |
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Yeah, he was passin' on what was handed down to him |
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And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops |
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And the beers he missed in smokey little bars |
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And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands |
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I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart |
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Just like there's a ghost in this guitara ghost in this guitar |
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A ghost in this guitar |
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Well, the night before he died he made me take it |
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He said, ‘You play it now, ’cause I gotta go’ “ |
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And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it |
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'Cause sometimes I'm in control |
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And sometimes I just sit back and let him go |
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Sit back and let him go |
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And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops |
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And the beers he missed in smokey little bars |
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And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands |
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I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart |
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Just like there's a ghost in this guitar |
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A ghost in this guitar |
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Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar |
