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