I found it in a pawn shop in a ragged cardboard case
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With the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place
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With a Trailways baggage sticker yellow frayed and torn
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Destination Nashville September '64
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And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were long
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She only needed three chords to play those good ole country songs
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And her name's etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
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And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar
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I wonder if she played it in a small town talent show
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With her hair teased to perfection in a dress her mamma sewed
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And for a little inspiration she pasted on a star
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Here up on the head stock of Emma Jean's guitar
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I wouldn't even know her if I saw her face to face
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But there's a little bit of Emma Jean in every song I play
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She passed along these hopes and dreams cradled in my arms
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And I am just a guardian of Emma Jean's guitar
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Emma Jean's Guitar
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| Chely Wright |
