The Guitar Don't Lie (Le Marché Aux Puces)

(Joe Dassin/Claude Jacques Raoul Lemesle)

adaptation anglaise Tony Joe White



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 heart

And he's worn out his love and his last pair of jeans

But you keep going on, when you're leaving on dreams

And you feel it inside and 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 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 don't lie



Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware

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 there before and he's seen it all

And he learned to survive with your back to the wall

It's a crazy old life, and the guitar don't lie.