Chely Wright - Emma Jean's Guitar lyrics
[Chely Wright - Emma Jean's Guitar lyrics]
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 September '64
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
She only needed three chords
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
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
She only needed three chords
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
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
You could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
She only needed three chords
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
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 September '64
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
She only needed three chords
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
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
She only needed three chords
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
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
You could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
She only needed three chords
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