She was the Queen of the Coast back in sixty five, Prettier 'n most, she could keep a alive, With the catch in her and the beehive on her head. Do you anything she ever said.
Well, some stars faster than the rest, And the promise off though she did her best. She finally looked around for else to do. What she found was a man who needed she knew.
Have you Have you forgiven? Tell me are you livin' a little in your past every day. sure has changed you; it's walked right on by you. Does it satisfy you to have so little to
For the ten years she rode around on the bus. She did and ironin' and pickin' up. She had a to stand at the back of the stage. She was there every night, her age.
She her voice, but she gave her heart. And, I guess, must've been the hardest part. She figured out exactly was goin' on, All the love she had for a song.
Then things like they usually do. She got her old heart busted up by husband, two.
Have you forgotten? Have you Tell me are you livin' a little in your past every day. Time sure has you; 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 washin' and ironin' and pickin' up. If you all the way to the back of the stage, She's standin' at her mic, her age.
In a roadstop in at supper time, The waitress comes over a look in her eye. "I saw you in Modesto almost thirty years ago, "An' I can still remember every 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. sure has changed you; it's walked right on by you. Does it satisfy you to have so little to