Emma Jean's Guitar

	作曲 : Berg, Hanna, Harrison
	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 railways 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 mamma 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 her name's etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
	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 playShe 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

	zuò qǔ : Berg, Hanna, Harrison
	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 railways 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 mamma 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 her name' s etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
	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 playShe 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