Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Guy Clark, artist - Aaron Watson. Album song Red Bandana, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 20.06.2019
Record label: Big Label
Song language: English
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» |