Her name is Cherry We've just met But already she knows me Better than you She understands me After eighteen years And you still don't see me Like you ought to do
Maybe we could talk 'bout things If you was made of wood and strings While I love her every sound I dunno how to turn you down You're so thick and my patience thin So I got me a knew best friend With a pickup that puts you to shame And Cherry is her name
And when I'm lonely Cherry's there And she plays along While I sing out my blues I could be crying And you don't care You won't call me back You're stubborn as mule Maybe we could talk 'bout things If you was made of wood and strings You might think I've gone too far I'm talking 'bout my new guitar