If you was made of wood and strings
And she plays along while I sing out my blues
I could be crying and you don't care
And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there
You might think I've gone too far
And Cherry is her name
With a pickup that puts you to shame
If you was made of wood and strings
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
While I love her every sound
And you're so thick and my patience thin
She understands me after eighteen years
I dunno how to turn you down
You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule
So I got me a new best friend
And you still don't see me like you ought to do
