He sits all alone playing his guitar
Out in the back of a little cafe
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 heâs worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on when youâre living on dreams
And you feel it inside, and the guitar donât lie
The guitar don't lie
Thereâs a lady he knows who often comes by
Sheâs a nice little girl and sheâs into the blues
The request is 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 grew slowly apart, and the guitar donât lie
The guitar don't lie
Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware
That timeâs moving on and itâs slipping away
And if you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights there are traces of gray
He knows what itâs all about feeling down and out
âCause heâs been there before and heâs seen it all
And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
Itâs a crazy old life, and the guitar donât lie
The guitar don't lie
The guitar don't lie
The guitar don't lie
The guitar don't lie
1 | Et Si Tu Nexistais Pas |
2 | A toi |
3 | Paroles |
4 | A ti |
5 | Salut, les amoureux |
6 | Guantanamera |
7 | La vie se chante, la vie se pleure |
8 | Les Dalton |
9 | Le dernier slow |
10 | Salut |