Lyrics:

I'd sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody And we 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 o' mine And now I'm just 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 o' 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 ol' car I live in that little shack in Tupelo Dixie is the queen of Billboard Magazine Playin' 'cross 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 o' 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 o' mine She's really on her way I hear her records every day I got close but no guitar