Emma Jean's Guitar

I found it in a pawn shop in a ragged cardboard case
With the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place
With a Trailways baggage sticker yellow frayed and torn
Destination Nashville September '64
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
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
And this 1950 Gibson
Was Emma Jean's guitar
I wonder if she played it in a small town talent show
With her hair teased to perfection
In a dress her mama sewed
And for a little inspiration she pasted on a star
Here up on the head stock of Emma Jean's guitar
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
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
And this 1950 Gibson
Was Emma Jean's guitar
I wouldn't even know her if I saw her face to face
But there's a little bit of Emma Jean in every song I play
She passed along these hopes and dreams
Cradled in my arms
And I am just a guardian of Emma Jean's guitar
And you could tell by the fingerboard
Her painted nails were long
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
And this 1950 Gibson
Was Emma Jean's guitar