Dead Man's Guitar

This guitar that I'm Playing
 It wasn't always mine
 Until the man who owned it
 He suddenly died
 So I made it my own
 And I took it home
 So I made it my own
 And I took it home
 And if he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play
 If he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play
 On this dead man's guitar
 With each note I played
 It made a sad sound
 Maybe because its owner
 Is six feet under ground
 That's alright
 It sounds familiar to me
 And who knows years from now
 They'll say the same thing about me
 Dead man's guitar
 Though he's six feet underground
 I pray that he might hear the sound
 I'm strumming here on this guitar
 Life didn't take him this far
 Some people may think it's wrong
 For him I'll keep playing this song
 This sad sad song
 But it was his all along
 Dead man's guitar
 If he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play
 If he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play
 On this dead man's guitar
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 If he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play
 If he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play
 If he were still here today
 I wonder what song he would play