Her New Guitar

Her new guitar waits there where she sits and plays, I bought it for her yesterday

But now she's gone and all those songs of love she'd sing to me

She's singing to another man tonight

No one's here to strum it, it's as lonely here as I

Don't need no rock n roller to make it cry, to make it cry, to make it cry

Won't take much to make us cry

Absence makes the time go so slowly, counting gloomy afternoons

When it's love that leaves us lonely, how quickly life goes out of tune

Her new guitar waits there where she sits and plays, I bought it for her yesterday