Aaron Watson – Ghost Of Guy Clark (Guitar)

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The old man was sitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed

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 Picking on an old guitar, he looked at me and he said, "The engine's dead

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It was a good run son," as he strummed a melancholy chord

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"Now I've got nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord"

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Well, he played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife

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 One about a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life

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He took a puff of that cigarette, blew a breath of smoke that could smother

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He said "They always said these would kill me and they did," then he laughed and he lit another

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He said, "I hear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know"

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 So I sang him my latest and greatest hit and number one on music row

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He stopped me before I could finish the verse, said "I think I've heard enough of that

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When you've heard one you've heard em all," with a grimace of a grin he took his old guitar back

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He said, "I guess that's alright if that's all you've got to give

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If that's all you've got to say in this one life you've got to live

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There's no meaning in your melody so predictable and weak

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Wasted words and shallow rhymes, I'd rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak"

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"You see, the pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun

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The pen is mightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the sun

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Yet some do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory

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Yet some do it for their weary soul, won't rest until they tell their story"

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"You gotta make 'em feel what you feel, help 'em dream a dream and make 'em wonder

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It's like catchin' lightning in a bottle, make 'em smell the rain and hear the thunder

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 Let 'em taste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin

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Find the passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen"

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Then he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart

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Said, "If you're searching for solid gold, that'd be a real good place to start

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Let the words speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong

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And bare your soul for all to see, all for the sake of the song"