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Touch Of The Masters Hand

Wayne Watson
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
Well,  it was battered and scarred
An  the auctioneer felt
It  was hardly worth his while
 To waste much time on the old  violin
 But  he held it  up with a smile
It  sure ain't much
But  it's all we got left
I  guess we ought to sell it too
Now  who'll start the bid on this old  violin
Just  one more and  we'll be through
And  then he cried
 One, give me one dollar
 Who'll make it two
Only  two dollars
 Who'll make it three
Three  dollars twice
Now  that's a good price
But  who's got a bid for me
 Raise up your hand
 And don't wait any longer
The  auction's about to  end
Who's  got four
 Just one dollar more
To  bid on this  old violin
Well  the air was hot
And  the people stood around
As  the sun was setting low
 From the back of the crowd a gray-haired  man
Came  forward, picked  up the bow
He  wiped the dust from the old  violin
And  tightened up the strings
Then  he played out a melody pure and  sweet
sweeter  than the angels sing
And  then the music stopped
And  the auctioneer with a voice  that was quiet  and low
He  said What am I bid for this old  violin
Then  he held it up with  a bow
And  then he cried out one give me one thousand,
 Who’ll make it two only two thousand  who’ll make it three,
Three  thousand twice you know that’s a good  price,
Common  who’s gonna bid for  me?
 And the people cried out what made the change we  don’t understand,
 Then the  auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It  was the touch of the Master’s  hand
Now  you know
 Many a man with a life out  of tune
Is  battered and scarred with sin
 And he's auctioned cheap to a thankless  world
Much  like that  old violin
Then  the master comes and the foolish  crowd
They never  understand
The  worth of a soul
And  the change that is wrought
Just  by one touch of the  Master's hand

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Readable chord sheet for Touch Of The Masters Hand by Wayne Watson

[Am] [Em] [Em7]  [Am] [Em] [Em7]  [C] [D] [G]

[G]Well, it was battered and scarred
[D]An the auctioneer felt
[C]It was hardly worth his [G]while
To waste much time on the old[D] violin
Bu[C]t he held it[Am7] up with a sm[D]ile
[G]It sure ain't much
[D]But it's all we got left
[C]I guess we ought to sell it [Am]too
[G]Now who'll start the bid on this o[D]ld violin
[C]Just one more [Am7]and we'll be thro[G]ugh

[G]And then he cried

One, give me one dollar

Who'll make it two
[Am]Only two dollars

Who'll make it three
[Am7]Three dollars twice
[D]Now that's a good price
[C]But who's got a bid for [G]me

Raise up your hand

And don't wait any longer
[Am]The auction's about t[Am7]o end
[D]Who's got four

Just one dollar more
[C]To bid on [D]this old v[G]iolin

[G]Well the air was hot
[D]And the people stood around
[C]As the sun was setting l[G]ow
From the back of the crowd a [D]gray-haired man
[C]Came forward, pi[Am]cked up the [D]bow
[G]He wiped the dust from the [D]old violin
[C]And tightened up the [Am]strings
[G]Then he played out a melody pure an[D]d sweet
[C]sweeter than the angels [G]sing

[D]And then the music stopped
[Am]And the auctioneer with a [C]voice that was quiet[G] and low
[Em]He said What am I bid for this [C]old violin
[G]Then he held it up [D]with a bow

[G]And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who’ll make it two only two [Am]thousand who’ll make it three,
[Am7]Three thousand twice you know that’s a g[D]ood price,
[C]Common who’s gonna bid for[G] me?
And the people cried out what made the change w[Am]e don’t und[Am7]erstand,
Then th[D]e auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
[C]It was the touch of the [D]Master’s h[G]and

[G]Now you know
Many a man with a life out[D] of tune
[C]Is battered and scarred with [G]sin
And he's auctioned cheap to a thank[D]less world
[C]Much like [Am]that old v[D]iolin
[G]Then the master comes and the f[D]oolish crowd
[C]They [G]never und[Am]erstand
[G]The worth of a soul
[D]And the change that is wrought
[C]Just by one touch of the[D] Master's han[G]d

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