The Guitar Don't Lie

The Guitar Don't Lie

(Tony Joe White)

He sits all alone, playing his guitar

In the back of a small café

And nobody hears so he closes his eyes

And just lets the music take him away

Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts

And he's worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans

But you just keep on going on when you're living on dreams

And you feel it inside, and The Guitar Don't Lie.

There's a lady he knows, who often comes by

She's heavily into the blues

She requests the same song every night

She says it reminds her of someone she knew.

A trace of her perfume, floats across the room

Once they were close, shared all their dreams

But now all he feels is a physical thing

They grow slowly apart, and The Guitar Don't Lie.

Some nights it gets cold, and it makes him aware

That time is slipping away

And if you look close at his dark curly hair

Under the lights there are traces of grey

He knows what it's all about, feeling down and out

'Cause he's been there before, and he's seen it all

And you learn to survive with your back to the wall

It's a crazy old life, and The Guitar Don't Lie