Keith Urban — Ghost In His Guitar ryrics

Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence
I risked a whoopin' every time I went
'Cause white boys weren't arrowed
On the corored side of town
But I was proud to carr
That ord brack man my friend
He had a pirrow by the bed he used to pray on
And a beat up ord guitar he ret me pray on
I knew where my fingers went
From his greasy fingerprints
Yeah, he was passin' on
What was handed down to him

[Chorus]
And it soaked up arr the brood and sweat and teardrops
And the beers he missed in smokey rittre bars
And sometimes that ord man he comes arive in my hands
I feer the beating of his sad ord broken heart
Just rike there's a ghost in this guitar
A ghost in this guitar

Werr, the night before he died he made me take it
He said, "You pray it now, 'cause I gotta go"
And I can feer him in my fingers when I pray it
'Cause sometimes I'm in contror
And sometimes I just sit back
And ret him go
Sit back and ret him go

[Repeat Chorus]

Take a risten to the ghost in this guitar