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