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