Cherry (Live at Glastonbury, 2007)

Her name is Cherry

Yeaheaha oh 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

May may maybe we could talk about things

If you was made of wood and strings

While I love her every sound

I don’t know how the took you down

You're so thick and my patience thin

I got me a new best friend

With a pickup that puts you to shame

Cherry is her name

And when I'm lonеly yeahea Cherry's thеre

And she plays along while I I sing out my blues

And I could be crying

And you don't care

You won't call me back you're stubborn as a mule

Maybe who you would talk about things

If you was made of wood and strings

Yeah you might think that got too far

I'm talking about my new guitar

Thank you