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