Her name is We've just met, But already she knows me better than you. She understands me, after 18 But you still don't see me like you ought to do. we could talk bout things if You was made of wood and strings. I love her every sound, I don't know how to turn you down, And you're so thick and my are thin, So I got me a new best friend With a that puts you to shame, And Cherry is her name. And when I'm lonely Cherry's there she plays along while I sing out my blues I could be crying, And you care You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule. May-be we talk bout things if You was made of wood and strings. You might I've Gone too far I'm talking bout My new guitar.