Tono: G
Introducción: Em D
Em
Down the drainpipe cross the yard and through the fence
D Em
I risked a whoopin' every time I went
C
Cause white boys weren't allowed
G
On the coloured side of town
Am
But I was proud to call
B7
That old black man my friend
He had a pillow on the bed he used to pray on
C G
And it soaked up all the blood and sweat and teardrops
D Em
and the beers he missed in smokey little bars
C G
And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my hands
Am B7
I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart
C D
Just like there's a ghost in this guitar
A
A ghost in this guitar
Well the night before he died he made me take it