Reminds me of a song by Toby Keith...

I sang the harmony, and Dixie sang the melody
We sang a little off key sometimes
But we had some fun, son-of-a-gun
I wonder if I ever even cross her mind
But she ran away with Billy Bovine,
A flat-top guitar-pickin' friend of mine
Now I sit at 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

Well, I still play piano bars
Still drive that same old car
Still live in that little shack in Tupelo
Now 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
A says "Let me hear that one 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!

--Mbo