 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Guy Clark , by - Aaron Watson. Song from the album Red Bandana, in the genre Кантри
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Guy Clark , by - Aaron Watson. Song from the album Red Bandana, in the genre КантриRelease date: 20.06.2019
Record label: Big Label
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Guy Clark , by - Aaron Watson. Song from the album Red Bandana, in the genre Кантри
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Guy Clark , by - Aaron Watson. Song from the album Red Bandana, in the genre Кантри| Ghost Of Guy Clark | 
| The old man was sitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed | 
| Picking on an old guitar, he looked at me and said «The engine’s dead» | 
| «It was a good run son», as he strummed a melancholy chord | 
| «Now I’ve got nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord» | 
| He played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife | 
| One about a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life | 
| He took a puff of that cigarette, he blew a breath of smoke that could smother | 
| He said «They always said these would kill me and they did» then he laughed and | 
| he lit another | 
| He said «I hear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know» | 
| So I sang him my latest greatest hit, a number one on music row | 
| He stopped me before I could finish the verse, said «I think I’ve heard enough | 
| of that | 
| When you’ve heard one you’ve heard em all», with a grimace of a grin he took | 
| his old guitar back | 
| He said «I guess that’s alright if that’s all you’ve got to give | 
| If that’s all you’ve got to say in this one life you’ve got to live | 
| There’s no meaning in your melody so predictable and weak | 
| Wasted words and shallow rhymes I’d rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak | 
| You see, the pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun | 
| The pen is mightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the | 
| sun | 
| Yet some do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory | 
| Yet some do it for their weary soul, won’t rest until they tell their story | 
| You gotta make 'em feel what you feel, help 'em dream a dream and make 'em | 
| wonder | 
| It’s like catch lightning in a bottle, make 'em smell the rain and hear the | 
| thunder | 
| Let 'em taste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin | 
| Find the passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen | 
| And then he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart | 
| Said «if you’re searching for solid gold, that’d be a real good place to start | 
| Let the words speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong | 
| And bare your soul for all to see all for the sake of the song» | 
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|---|---|
| The Prayer | 2015 | 
| Freight Train | 2015 | 
| Family Tree | 2015 | 
| Silverado Saturday Night | 2021 | 
| That Look | 2015 | 
| Outta Style | 2017 | 
| Wildfire | 2015 | 
| The Underdog | 2015 | 
| Getaway Truck | 2015 | 
| That's Gonna Leave a Mark | 2015 | 
| That's Why God Loves Cowboys | 2015 | 
| Kiss That Girl Goodbye | 2019 | 
| Blame It on Those Baby Blues | 2015 | 
| Bluebonnets (Julia's Song) | 2015 | 
| Amen Amigo | 2017 | 
| Old Friend | 2019 | 
| One Two Step at a Time | 2017 | 
| To Be The Moon | 2019 | 
| Something with a Swing to It | 2003 | 
| Shut up and Dance | 2003 |