Intro:  C G G G C G D 

Verse:

  G 
I found it in a pawnshop in a ragged cardboard case,
         Em                         D
With the guns and dusty watches, it looked so out of place,
       C                 G               G/F#       Em 
With a Trailways baggage sticker, yellow frayed and torn,
C           G             D             G   
Destination Nashville, September 'sixty-four.



Chorus:
              Em          C                  
And you could tell by the fingerboard, 
    G                  D
Her painted nails were long,
    Em          C                  
She only needed three chords 
   D
To play those good old country songs,
        G                                           
And her name's etched in the finish 
             G/F#    Em   
Like a faded battle  scar,
         C    G          D              G      
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar.


Verse:

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 headstock of Emma jean's Guitar.

Chorus:

And you could tell by the fingerboard 
Her painted nails were long,
She only needed three chords 
To play those good old country songs,
And they were played with tenderness 
They were played with heart,
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's Guitar.

Verse three

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 thses hopes and dreams cradled in my arms,
And I am just a guardian of Emma Jean's Guitar.

Repeat chorus one, first five lines, then in the last
line......
                             Em   
..............Emma Jean's Guitar,
     C    G          D              G 
This 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's Guitar.