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