The Queen of New Orleans
Well she was twenty-two
without a rhythm to her blues
when she started on the road to hell
she had pretty blonde hair,
and a shimmer in her stare
she was a pretty little southern belle
she drove a broke car,
brought the party to the bar
the boys couldn’t control themselves
and when she broke down,
every man in the town
would gather round
to offer there help
well she knew how to flaunt,
shed get anything she want
with a wave of her long blonde hair
shed have a man to her left
and another to her right
and all shed have to do was stare
other women saw her coming
and they all started running
when this beauty was on a tear
well she was the queen of new orleans
she was an alabama slammer
she was the sweetest georgia peach
louisiana in its glamor
she was a bright white shining pearl
such a beautiful image of a girl
she had a wiggle in her hips
that made men hand her their entire world
well about twenty years passed,
the girls beauty didn’t last
life ran away so goddamn fast
she had the sun in her eye,
until her long hair died
and instead of having men
she had a bottle by her side
well its too bad this girl
never learned how to live
no she never had to take
and she never had to give
now shes almost at the end
of her road to hell
there goes whats left
of that pretty little southern belle
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