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
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
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
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