She was the Queen of the back in nineteen sixty five, 'n most, she could keep a room alive, With the catch in her voice and the on her head. Do you anything she ever said.
Well, stars fade faster than the rest, And the wore off though she did her best. She finally looked for somethin' else to do. she found was a man who needed what she knew.
Have you forgotten? you forgiven? Tell me are you livin' a little in your past every day. Time sure has changed you; it's walked on by you. Does it satisfy you to have so to say?
For the next ten years she around on the bus. She did washin' and and pickin' up. She had a place to stand at the of the stage. She was there night, lookin' her age.
She her voice, but she gave her heart. And, I guess, must've been the hardest part. She figured out what was goin' on, All the love she had for a song.
things unravelled like they usually do. She got her old heart up by husband, number two.
you forgotten? Have you forgiven? Tell me are you livin' just a little in past every day. Time sure has changed it's walked right on by you. Does it you to have so little to say?
Break.
I'm not quite when she got back on the bus. But she's still washin' and and pickin' up. If you all the way to the back of the stage, standin' at her mic, lookin' her age.
In a roadstop in Reno at time, The waitress comes over with a in her eye. Says: "I saw you in Modesto almost years ago, "An' I can still remember every song in show."
"Please Help Me, I'm Falling." "Don't Home A-Drinking." Well, there's a pair of swingin' for every cowboy sweetheart tonight. sure has changed you; it's walked right on by you. Does it you to have so little to say?