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 don't know how to tune you down
You so thick and my patience is thin
I got me a new best friend
With a pickup that puts you to shame
And Cherry is her name
And when I'm lonely
Yeah, Chеrry'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 a 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
Robin Banerjee on the guitar
Now, mmm
Yeah, that was, that was a song I wrote a while ago and, mmm
That was a song I wrote a while ago when I didn't get to talk to my best friend
Well, I had just bought a new guitar, it wasn't
I didn't have the chance to talk to my best friend much, uh
'Cause I was away a lot
So I wrote, I wrote that kind of, uh
And I've got all my girls here, I don't know where my girls are
At all, at all
Over there somewhere
Mmm, yeah, you need to listen to, to, to my best friend in the world
You need to listen to my girl, Juliette Ashby, you need to listen to her music
I'm serious, I'm serious
Go on, baby, run it
