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Artist: Chely Wright Album: Let Me In Originally released: 1997 |
I found it in a pawn shop in a ragged cardboard case
With the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place
With a Trailways baggage sticker yellow frayed and torn
Destination Nashville Septemper '64
Chorus:
And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were
long
She only needed three cords to play those good ole country
songs
And her name's etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
I wonder if she played it in a small town talent show
With her hair teased to perfection in a dress her mama sewed
And for a little inspiration she pasted on a star
Here up on the head stock of Emma Jean's guitar
Chorus 2:
And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were
long
She only needed three cords to play those good ole country
songs
And they were played with tenderness they were played
with heart
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
doooooo doooo
I wouldn't even know her if I saw her face to face
But there's a little bit of Emma Jean in every song I play
She passed along these hopes and dreams cradled in my arms
And I am just a guardian of Emma Jean's guitar
Repeat Chorus 1:
This 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
doooo dooo doooo doo ooooooo.......
With the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place
With a Trailways baggage sticker yellow frayed and torn
Destination Nashville Septemper '64
Chorus:
And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were
long
She only needed three cords to play those good ole country
songs
And her name's etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
I wonder if she played it in a small town talent show
With her hair teased to perfection in a dress her mama sewed
And for a little inspiration she pasted on a star
Here up on the head stock of Emma Jean's guitar
Chorus 2:
And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were
long
She only needed three cords to play those good ole country
songs
And they were played with tenderness they were played
with heart
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
doooooo doooo
I wouldn't even know her if I saw her face to face
But there's a little bit of Emma Jean in every song I play
She passed along these hopes and dreams cradled in my arms
And I am just a guardian of Emma Jean's guitar
Repeat Chorus 1:
This 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
doooo dooo doooo doo ooooooo.......
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Written by: BERG, MATRACA MARIA/HARRISON, GARY/HANNA, JEFF
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, BUG MUSIC OBO JEFF DIGGS MUSIC
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