| Song | Booker's Guitar |
| Artist | Eric Bibb |
| Album | Booker's Guitar |
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| The guitar owned an' played | |
| By the great Booker White | |
| Found its way, by grace into my arms | |
| He would call it “Hard Rock” | |
| 'Cos the body's made of steel | |
| On th 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 | |
| Chorus 1: | |
| Booker's guitar's got a story to tell | |
| Of hard-earned hope an' unshed tears | |
| Booker's guitar rings like a bell | |
| It's gonna keep on ringin' for a thousand years | |
| The late greate 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 | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 3: | |
| 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 |
| The guitar owned an' played | |
| By the great Booker White | |
| Found its way, by grace into my arms | |
| He would call it " Hard Rock" | |
| ' Cos the body' s made of steel | |
| On th headstock he glued a heartshaped 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 | |
| Chorus 1: | |
| Booker' s guitar' s got a story to tell | |
| Of hardearned hope an' unshed tears | |
| Booker' s guitar rings like a bell | |
| It' s gonna keep on ringin' for a thousand years | |
| The late greate 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 | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 3: | |
| 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 |
| The guitar owned an' played | |
| By the great Booker White | |
| Found its way, by grace into my arms | |
| He would call it " Hard Rock" | |
| ' Cos the body' s made of steel | |
| On th headstock he glued a heartshaped 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 | |
| Chorus 1: | |
| Booker' s guitar' s got a story to tell | |
| Of hardearned hope an' unshed tears | |
| Booker' s guitar rings like a bell | |
| It' s gonna keep on ringin' for a thousand years | |
| The late greate 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 | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 3: | |
| 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 |