I d sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody And we sing a little off key sometimes But we had some funson 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 barsstill 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 |
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