Cherry [live]
Cherry
Her name is Cherry
Yeah 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 you down
You're so thick and my patience thin
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
Here
Cherry's there
And she plays along while I sing out my blues
I could be crying
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
Yeah you might think I've
Gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new guitar