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