12 Classics Five Star Collection lyrics

We couldn't call it love cause it really wasn't love anymore

Yet we couldn't call it hate cause there's no way to hate

Someone you've loved so much before
We couldn't call it livin' cause it wasn't still alive

We couldn't call it dead cause it refused to die

We ran out of anything to call it so we called it quits

I happened to walk into a honky tonk one night down in New Orleans

Up above the bar hung a big guitar like none I'd ever seen

The neck was set with diamonds and though the strings were old

Like Kings of Sound they wound around six keys of solid gold
A man stepped up beside me his breath was strong with wine

He said you know that guitar once belonged to a mighty close pal of mine