Aaron Watson - Ghost of guy clark

The old man was ^Csitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed ^C2/B Picking ^Amon an old guitar, he looked at me and he said, "The engine's dead It was a ^Fgood run son," as he strummed a melancholy chord "Now I've got ^Cnothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord"

Well, ^Che played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife ^C2/B One a^Ambout a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life ^Am7/GHe took a ^Fpuff of that cigarette, blew a breath of smoke that could smother He said "They^C always said these would kill me and they did," then he laughed and he lit another

He said, "I ^Chear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know" ^C2/B So I ^Amsang him my latest and greatest hit and number one on music row He ^Fstopped me before I could finish the verse, said "I think I've heard enough of that When you've heard ^Cone you've heard em all," with a grimace of a grin he took his old guitar back

He said, "I ^Cguess that's alright if that's all you've got to give ^C2/BIf that's ^Amall you've got to say in this one life you've got to live ^Am7/GThere's no ^Fmeaning in your melody so predictable and weak Wasted ^Cwords and shallow rhymes, I'd rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak"

"You see, the ^Cpencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun The ^C2/Bpen is ^Ammightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the sun ^Am7/GYet some ^Fdo it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory Yet some ^Cdo it for their weary soul, won't rest until they tell their story"

"You gotta make 'em^C feel what you feel, help 'em dream a dream and make 'em wonder It's ^C2/Blike ca^Amtchin' lightning in a bottle, make 'em smell the rain and hear the thunder ^Am7/G Let 'em ^Ftaste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin Find the ^Cpassion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen"

^CThen he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart Said, "If you're ^Amsearching for solid gold, that'd be a real good place to start Let the ^Fwords speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong And bare your ^Csoul for all to see, all for the sake of the song"