Wayne Watson - Touch of the masters hand

^GWell, it was battered and scarred ^BmAn the auctioneer felt ^CIt was hardly worth his ^Dwhile T^Go waste much time on the o^Bmld violin Bu^Ct he held it up with a sm^Dile ^GIt sure ain't much ^BmBut it's all we got left ^CI guess we ought to sell it ^Dtoo ^GNow who'll start the bid on this o^Bmld violin ^CJust one more and we'll be thro^Gugh

^GAnd then he cried [Chorus] ^GOne, give me one dollar ^BmWho'll make it two ^COnly two dollars

^DThree dollars twice ^DNow that's a good price ^CBut who's got a bid for ^Gme

And don't w^Bmait any longer ^CThe auction's about to end ^DWho's got four

^CTo bid on ^Dthis old v^Giolin [Verse 2] ^GWell the air was hot ^BmAnd the people stood around ^CAs the sun was setting l^Gow From the back of the crowd a ^Bmgray-haired man

^CCame forward, picked up the ^Dbow ^GHe wiped the dust from the ^Bmold violin ^CAnd tightened up the ^Dstrings ^GThen he played out a melody ^Bmpure and sweet ^Csweeter than the angels ^Gsing

^DAnd then the music stopped ^CAnd the auctioneer with a v^Goice that was quiet and low He said ^DWhat am I bid for this old vi^Bmolin Then he ^Cheld it up with a b^Dow ^{E Esus}

And then he cried out ^Aone give me one thousand, ^C#mWho’ll make it two only two tho^Dusand who’ll make it three, ^EThree thousand twice you know that’s a good price, ^DCommon who’s gonna bid for^A me? And the people cried out what ^C#mmade the change ^Dwe don’t understand, Then th^Ee auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile, ^DIt was the touch of the ^Dmaj7Master’s ^Ahand

^ANow you know Many a man with a ^C#mlife out of tune ^DIs battered and scarred with ^Asin And he's auctioned cheap to a thank^C#mless world ^DMuch like that old v^Eiolin ^AThen the master comes and the f^C#moolish crowd ^DThey never u^Enderstand ^AThe worth of a soul ^C#mAnd the change that is wrought Just by one^D touch of^Dmaj7 the Master's h^Aand ^{C#m C#m}The saving t^Douch of the M^Dmaj7aster’s ha^And ^{E Esus A}