Wayne Watson - Touch of the masters hand

^GWell, it was battered and scarred ^DAn the auctioneer felt ^CIt was hardly worth his ^Gwhile To waste much time on the old^D violin Bu^Ct he held it^Am7 up with a sm^Dile ^GIt sure ain't much ^DBut it's all we got left ^CI guess we ought to sell it ^Amtoo ^GNow who'll start the bid on this o^Dld violin ^CJust one more ^Am7and we'll be thro^Gugh

^GAnd then he cried One, give me one dollar

^AmOnly two dollars Who'll make it three ^Am7Three dollars twice ^DNow that's a good price ^CBut who's got a bid for ^Gme

^AmThe auction's about t^Am7o end ^DWho's got four

^CTo bid on ^Dthis old v^Giolin ^GWell the air was hot ^DAnd the people stood around ^CAs the sun was setting l^Gow From the back of the crowd a ^Dgray-haired man ^CCame forward, pi^Amcked up the ^Dbow ^GHe wiped the dust from the ^Dold violin ^CAnd tightened up the ^Amstrings ^GThen he played out a melody pure an^Dd sweet ^Csweeter than the angels ^Gsing

^DAnd then the music stopped ^AmAnd the auctioneer with a ^Cvoice that was quiet^G and low ^EmHe said What am I bid for this ^Cold violin ^GThen he held it up ^Dwith a bow

^GAnd then he cried out one give me one thousand, Who’ll make it two only tw^Amo thousand who’ll make it three, ^Am7Three thousand twice you know that’s a^D good price, ^CCommon who’s gonna bid f^Gor me? And the people cried out what made the change w^Ame don’t u^Am7nderstand, Then th^De auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile, ^CIt was the touch of the ^DMaster’s^G hand

^GNow you know Many a man with a life out^D of tune ^CIs battered and scarred with ^Gsin And he's auctioned cheap to a thank^Dless world ^CMuch like ^Amthat old v^Diolin ^GThen the master comes and the f^Doolish crowd ^CThey ^Gnever und^Amerstand ^GThe worth of a soul ^DAnd the change that is wrought ^CJust by one touch of the^D Master's han^Gd