Guitar Don't Lie (En Anglais)
He sits all alone playing his guitar
Out in the back of a little café
And no one seems to hear so he closes his eyes
And just lets the music take him away
Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts
And hes worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on when youre living on dreams
And you feel it inside and the guitar dont lie
Theres a lady he knows who often comes by
Shes a nice little girl and shes 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 and they shared all their dreams
But now all he feels is a physical thing
They grow slowly apart and the guitar dont lie
Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware
The times moving on and its slipping away
And if you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights there traces of grey
He knows what its all about feeling down and out
Cause hes been there before and hes seen it all
And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
Its a crazy ol life and the guitar dont lie
