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