Lyrics:

He sits all alone, playin' 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 heart
And it's one of his love and his last parody
What you keep going on, when you're leaving on dreams
And you feel it inside and the guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

There's a lady he knows who often comes by
She's a nice little girl and she's into the blues
The request is the same song ever in eye
She sadly reminds her of someone she knew

A trace of her perfume flowed across the room
One stare were close and the shade of their dreams
But now all he feeds is a fees a cafe
They grow slowly apart and the guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

Some nights it gets cold and it makes him away
The time's moving on and it's slipping away
And if you look closer his dark curly hair
Under the lights there are traces of gray

He knows what it's all about feeling down and out
'Cause he's been never for and he's seen it all
And he learn to survive with your back to the wall
It's a crazy all life, and the guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie
The guitar don't lie
The guitar don't lie
The guitar don't lie