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C F…….
[Verse 1]
CI spend more time with his guitar
F CThan I ever did with him.
AmHe was on his way out
GAnd I was on my way in.
FI grew up on the stories
C FOf the music that he made.
CNow I follow in his footsteps
G CWith the Gibson that he played.
CGranny said her daddy bought it
F CAt a pawnshop in our hometown.
AmHe’d play it at the rendezvous
GWhen the weekend rolled around.
FShe saw my love o’ music
C FAnd passed it down to me.
CGivin’ me a chance
G CTo carry on his legacy.
[Chorus]
FHis guitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
CAnd did he sit and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
AmWas it just a hobby,
G FOr did he wanna be a star?
CThese are things I wonder
G CWhen I’m playin’ his guitar.
[Verse 2]
CHe *lyrics* in this rosewood
F CLong before I was born.
AmI can almost see his fingers
GBy the way the neck is worn.
FIt’s full o’ cracks and scratches
C FSteepenin’ the *lyrics.*
CWhen I’m playin’ this old flat top
G CI could feel him here with me.
[Chorus]
FHis guitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
CAnd did he sit and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
AmWas it just a hobby,
G FOr did he wanna be a star?
CThese are things I wonder
G CWhen I’m playin’ his guitar.
[Bridge]
EmI’ve had lots of offers
AmBut I’m quick to let ’em know
F C/EThat no amount o’ money
Dm GCan make me let it go.
[Chorus]
FHis guitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
CAnd did he sit and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
AmWas it just a hobby,
G FOr did he wanna be a star?
CThese are things I wonder
G CWhen I’m playin’ his guitar.
[Outro]
FI spend more time with his guitar
FThan I ever did with him.
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