Lyrics
Sometimes I find
That there ain't a thing in this whole wide world
That makes me feel more like a real live girl
Than this guitar
And somehow, like right now
The love and the magic that I feel inside
For this old friend that's given me all of my pride
Makes my heart sing
Sixteen years since I was fourteen
I've been through changes
But this friend's been right here beside me
Like a fine spirit that mellows with time
This guitar's a full-bodied burgundy wine
That never runs dry
She pours out the songs while I play along
And I hope to heaven my soul goes to her when I die
Sometimes I find
That there ain't a thing in this whole wide world
That makes me feel more like a real live girl
Than this guitar