[Verse] In the corner of the attic, wrapped in faded twine, Lies a weathered old six-string, caught between time. Granddad's rough hands carved its scars and lines, Every note a story, every chord a sign. [Pre-Chorus] I can hear him humming through the static in my mind, A voice worn soft from years, a melody that binds. [Chorus] Play me that old song, gentle and slow, Let the strings carry me where I need to go. From his heart to mine, through this worn-out frame, A guitar keeps the ghost of his name. [Verse] Sitting on the porch swing, dusk settling low, I finger the frets where his memories flow. The nights he sang to stars only I used to know, Now I sing them back, letting the past show. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the silence, where the shadows unwind, A sacred kind of comfort, it's peace that I find. [Chorus] Play me that old song, gentle and slow, Let the strings carry me where I need to go. From his heart to mine, through this worn-out frame, A guitar keeps the ghost of his name. [Bridge] And when the world feels heavy, and I’m losing my way, I reach for that old guitar, let it speak what I can't say. In every broken string, his love still remains, A melody of mercy flowing through veins. [Chorus] Play me that old song, gentle and slow, Let the strings carry me where I need to go. From his heart to mine, through this worn-out frame, A guitar keeps the ghost of his name. [Chorus] Play me that old song, gentle and slow, Let the strings carry me where I need to go. From his heart to mine, through this worn-out frame, A guitar keeps the ghost of his name. [Outro] A guitar keeps the ghost of his name.