Cherry
Her name is Cherry, we just metBut already she knows me better than youShe understands meAfter eighteen yearsAnd you still don't see meLike you ought to doMaybe we could talk 'bout thingsIf you was made of wood and stringsWhile I love her every soundI dunno how to tune you downYou so thick and my patience is thinSo I got me a new best friendWith a pickup that puts you to shameAnd Cherry is her name
And when I'm lonely, Cherry's thereAnd she plays along while I sing out my bluesI could be crying and you don't careYou won't call me backYou're stubborn as a muleMaybe we could talk 'bout thingsIf you was made of wood and stringsYou might think I've gone too farI'm talking 'bout my new guitar