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