Ghost In The Guitar
Keith Urban Lyrics


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Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence
I risked a whoopin' every time I went
'Cause white boys weren't allowed
On the colored side of town
But I was proud to call
That old black man my friend
He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on
And a beat up old guitar he let me play 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 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

[Chorus]





Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar

Overall Meaning

Keith Urban's song Ghost In The Guitar tells a haunting tale of a young white boy who defies the racial segregation of his town to befriend an old black man who teaches him to play guitar. The boy is proud to call the old man his friend and is grateful for the musical knowledge he has passed down to him. The old man's guitar, like a living entity, has become a vessel that absorbs all of the blood, sweat, and tears that were shed in the smokey bars where the old man played. The guitar has now become a vessel for the old man himself, a ghost that lives on in the music that the boy plays. The boy is acutely aware of the old man's presence every time he plays the guitar.


The song paints a picture of a difficult time in history where racial segregation drove a wedge between communities. The themes of friendship, prejudice, and the power of music are all intertwined in this powerful track. The boy's journey of discovery and the lessons he learns from his black friend serve as a powerful reminder that music can be a bridge between people of different races, and that a shared passion can transcend any divide.


Overall, Keith Urban's Ghost In The Guitar is a beautifully crafted song that highlights the power of music to transcend race and cultural barriers. It is a poignant reminder of a difficult time in history, and a celebration of the human spirit that refuses to be held down by prejudice and racism.


Line by Line Meaning

Down the drain pipe cross the yard and through the fence
I had to sneak to visit my friend on the other side of town


I risked a whoopin' every time I went
I could have gotten in trouble for breaking the color barrier


'Cause white boys weren't allowed
The racial divide prevented me from freely visiting my friend


On the colored side of town
The other side of town where my friend lived was reserved for people of color


But I was proud to call
I was happy to have such a great friend despite the racial barrier


That old black man my friend
My friend was an elderly African-American man


He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on
My friend had a special pillow near his bed where he would pray


And a beat up old guitar he let me play on
My friend had an old, worn-out guitar that he would let me play


I knew where my fingers went
I was familiar with how to play the guitar well


From his greasy fingerprints
I learned how to play the guitar from my friend's guidance


Yeah, he was passin' on
My friend was passing on his knowledge of music to me


What was handed down to him
The art of playing the guitar was something that had been passed down to my friend from his ancestors


[Chorus] And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops
The guitar has absorbed years of my friend's pain and hardship


And the beers he missed in smokey little bars
My friend never got to play music in bars because of racial discrimination


And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands
I can feel the spirit of my deceased friend when I play the guitar he taught me on


I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart
I can sense the sorrow and heartbreak that my friend experienced in his music


Just like there's a ghost in this guitar
The guitar is alive with the spirit and energy of my friend


Well, the night before he died he made me take it
My friend gave me his guitar the night before he passed away


He said, 'You play it now, 'cause I gotta go'
My friend passed on his legacy to me before he died


And I can feel him in my fingers when I play it
I can feel the presence and influence of my friend when I play his guitar


'Cause sometimes I'm in control
I am capable of playing the guitar on my own


And sometimes I just sit back
At other times, I let my friend's spirit take over my music


And let him go
I allow my friend's legacy to shine through in my music


[Chorus]
The guitar serves as a conduit for my friend's spirit and past experiences


Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
Listen closely to the music played on the guitar to experience my friend's spirit within it




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Written by: KEITH URBAN, VERNON WAYNE RUST

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