Ghost in My Guitar

There's a ghost in my guitar
 Pick it up and you won't get far
 Before you're playing songs that you don't know
 Singing words you don't understand
 Strumming like a dead man's hand
 Echoes from a Summer long ago
 Ooh, there's ghost
 Ooh, ghost a ghost
 Ooh, there's ghost
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 It's a Martin single-O
 I picked it up a couple years ago
 From a man who sold it cheap, then walked away
 That night in a motel room
 Thunder outside like the voice of doom
 I strung up that guitar and began to play
 Ooh, there's ghost
 Ooh, ghost a ghost
 Ooh, there's ghost
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 Sometimes I get uptight
 And never hear from the ghost all night
 But when I'm loose, he comes around every time
 Me and him, we get along
 'Cause I don't mind singing a dead man's song
 And he don't mind listening to one of mine
 Ooh, there's ghost
 Ooh, ghost a ghost
 Ooh, there's ghost
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 In my guitar
 In my guitar