| I’d sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody
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| And we sing a little off key sometimes
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| But we had some fun, son of a gun
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| I wonder if I ever even cross her mind
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| Then she ran away with Billy Bovine
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| He was a flat top guitar pickin’friend o’mine
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| And now I’m just sittin’home just countin’the stars
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| I got close but no guitar
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| I got close but no guitar
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| She was a shooting star
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| Who ran off with a guitar pickin’friend o’mine
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| She’s really on her way
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| I hear her records every day
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| I got close but no guitar
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| I still play piano bars, still drive that same ol’car
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| I live in that little shack in Tupelo
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| Dixie is the queen of Billboard Magazine
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| Playin''cross the country doin’one night shows
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| A man walks up with a dollar in his hand
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| Says let me hear the song by Dixie and the guitar man
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| And as the dollar falls to the bottom of my jar
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| I get close but no guitar
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| Repeat Chorus
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