Close but No Guitar Lyrics

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 counting 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 a 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 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