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Verse 1
He was playin' that ol' beat- up guitar
of his to a dog that he called Jack
Why that man could be Satan's right arm,
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Even though he'd lost four of his fingers
I used to stand there in the darkness
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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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But he could ring them strings, make em sing,
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He took his thumb and he'd slap it numb and say "Jack,
Verse 3
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and I walked up to that old man
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And them cold black eyes stared down at me
He said, "Hey, what's a kid like you doin'
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I said, "Mister, I just love your playin'"; he said,
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And, folks, it was there that I heard the best
guitar in the state of Tennessee
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The good Lord made him born blind but He gave him a golden thumb
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Verse 4
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He said "Son, we oughta take your banjo
So, we went down to Dallas and we killed 'em,
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my fingers,
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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
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But he could ring them strings, make em sing,
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He'd take his thumb and slap it numb and say "Boy,
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