[Verse 1] I got this guitar, in Blountville, Tennessee. From an old man on the hill. When the band passed through, they’d spend the night for free. And he’d stay up and jam with Bill. [Verse 2] Bill Monroe was the king of bluegrass, Pickin’ fast, singin’ lonely and high. If he wasn’t playin,’ or shootin’, or drinkin’, He was on that porch, pickin’ hot licks all night. [Chorus] I’m holdin’ in my hands the Ghost of Bill Monroe, Cast up for all to see. The Ghost of Bill Monroe, He still plays through me. [Instrumental – Mandolin Solo] [Verse 3] It’s got a thin, fast neck and a great big sound, Gibson made it in sixty-eight. The first time I played it, Bill was gone, But I swear I felt him resonate. [Verse 4] The high E string’s got a little buzz, So I plug it in and give it more fuzz. He used to play all night, no one around, Only one thing can hold all that sound... [Pre-Chorus] When I pull it out from under my bed, The words start dancin’ in my head The Ghost of Bill Monroe. Once I let him in, he wouldn’t leave, The Ghost of Bill Monroe lives in me. [Chorus] [Bridge] I wrote this song in the dead of night, With a stolen pencil and a bright porch light. [Yodeling] [Chorus – repeat with harmony] [Outro Chorus]