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