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QUEEN OF THE SILVER DOLLAR (Shel Silverstein) She arrives in all her splendor Every night at nine o'clock. And her chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the block. Then the old piano minstrel Plays her song as she walks in, And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again. She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar, And she rules this smokey kingdom. And her sceptre is a wine glass, And this bar stool is her throne. And the jesters flock around her, And fight to win her favors And see which one will take the Queen Of the Silver Dollar home. Her royal gown is a satin dress That's stained and slightly torn. And her sparklin' jewels are rhinestones, And her shoes are scuffed and worn From the many roads she's traveled And the wondrous sites she's seen. And I watch her and I pray. God save the Queen. The Queen of the Silver Dollar's Not as haughty as she seems. She was once an ordinary girl With ordinary dreams, But I found her and I won her. And I brought her into this world. Yes, I'm the man who made a Queen Of a simple country girl. Now she's the Queen of the Silver Dollar, And she rules this smokey kingdom. And her sceptre is a wine glass, And this bar stool is her throne. And the jesters flock around her And fight to win her favors And see which one will take the Queen Of the Silver Dollar home. @country filename[ QUENSILV RG oct00 |
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