Booker's Guitar
Lyrics
The guitar owned and played By the great Booker White Found its way by grace into my arms He would call it Hard Rock 'Cause the body's made of steel On the headstock, he glued a heart-shaped charm In a brown leather case, with green velvet linin' It thrilled my soul to the core Stuck on the side with old scotch tape Was a list of the songs he's famous for Booker's guitar's got a story to tell Of hard-earned hope and unshed tears Booker's guitar rings like a bell It's gonna keep on ringin' for a thousand years The late great Booker White Sang straight from his heart Everyone who heard him knows it's true He'd spank that shiny guitar just like a drum 'Cross the Mississippi Delta, Europe too Booker's guitar's got a story to tell Of boxcars an' scars, moonshine an' beer Booker's guitar rings like a bell It's gonna keep on ringin' for a thousand years Booker's guitar's got a story to tell A story the world needs to hear Booker's guitar rings like a bell It's gonna keep on ringin' for a thousand years
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:51
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 87 BPM