Tom: D# minor•
Verse 1
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He was sitting out on his front porch
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pickin' when I snuck up behind his shack
He was playin' that ol' beat- up guitar
of his to a dog that he called Jack
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Now my daddy used to tell me boy,
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don't go wanderin' round his place
Why that man could be Satan's right arm,
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he's got evil in his face
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But boy, he'd make that ol' beat- up guitar
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sound like it cost a hundred dollar bill
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Even though he'd lost four of his fingers
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workin' in a back woods sawmill
I used to stand there in the darkness
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and I'd listen while he played
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And until this very day I can still recall every
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lick he ever made
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Well he played
Verse 2
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punk and Blues, folk and Rock,
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he didn't know they had a name
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But he could ring them strings, make em sing,
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he was way ahead of the game
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He took his thumb and he'd slap it numb and say "Jack,
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here's how it's done
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So just lay back and listen boy,
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to the man with the golden thumb"
Verse 3
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One night I finally got up my nerve,
and I walked up to that old man
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And them cold black eyes stared down at me
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and my feet kinda shuffled in the sand
He said, "Hey, what's a kid like you doin'
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hangin' round an old man like me?"
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I said, "Mister, I just love your playin'"; he said,
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"Well, then pull up and have a seat!"
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Well I spent a lot of time in his cabin,
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just him and that old dog, and me
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And, folks, it was there that I heard the best
guitar in the state of Tennessee
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And you know, to my eyes,
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it was a miracle just to see the way it was done
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The good Lord made him born blind but He gave him a golden thumb
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Interlude 1
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Verse 4
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I spent a many nights at his cabin,
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and he taught me everything I know
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He said "Son, we oughta take your banjo
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and my guitar and hit the road"
So, we went down to Dallas and we killed 'em,
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did the same thing in New Orleans
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We raised the roof in ol' Saint Lou
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and I can still hear the people scream
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my fingers,
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you can hear him every time I strum
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Heard a whole lot of pickers but they can't hold
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a candle to the man with the golden thum b
Verse 6
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punk and Blues, folk and Rock,
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he didn't know they had a name
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But he could ring them strings, make em sing,
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he was way ahead of the game
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He'd take his thumb and slap it numb and say "Boy,
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here's how it's done
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If you take note you might learn to play like the man with the golden thumb"
Outro 1
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