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 © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; TOKECO TUNES; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com