I like it    I don't like it

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