Her name is Cherry, We just met But already she knows me better than you She understands me, After 18 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 don't how to turn you down Yeah you're so thick, my patience thin So I got me a new best friend With a pick up that was you to shame And Cheery is her name! And when I'm lonely Cherry is there And she plays along while I sing out my blues I could be crying, yeah you don't care You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a 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.