Close But No Guitar

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
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