I'd sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody
We'd sing a little off key sometimes
But we had some fun, son of a gun
I wonder if I ever even cross her mind Then she ran away with Billy Bovine
He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend of mine
And now I'm sittin' home just countin' the stars
I got close but no guitar I got close but no guitar, she was a shooting star
Who ran off with a guitar pickin' friend of mine
She's really on her way, I hear her records every day
I got close but no guitar I still play piano bars, still drive that same old car
I live in that little shack in Tupelo
Dixie is the queen of Billboard Magazine
Playin' across the country doin' one night shows A man walks up with a dollar in his hand
Says, "Let me hear the song by Dixie and the guitar man"
And as the dollar falls to the bottom of my jar
I get close but no guitar I got close but no guitar, she was a shooting star
Who ran off with a guitar pickin' friend of mine
She's really on her way, I hear her records every day
I got close but no guitar I got close but no guitar, she was a shooting star
Who ran off with a guitar pickin' friend of mine
She's really on her way, I hear her records every day
I got close but no guitar