She pushed open the doors
Of the corner saloon
Strolled up to
the bar And sat down
on a stool!

  All the talking
had stopped,
As they stood
there aghast,
And watched the
gyrating hips,
As the young lady
walked past.

  She wore tight fitting,
blue jeans,
That fit like a glove,
Hair hung down to shoulders,
Her shirt open above.

  She sat on a stool
At the Bar
With a smile on her face,
A beauty like her,
was rare in this place.

  The bartender wiped,
At countertop clean,
'What will you have,?"
He asked this queen.

At this time a tall man
Walked in the back door
Their eyes locked as one
And we immediately felt magic

  Someone put in some money,
Fed the jukebox,
The silence was broken,
The place started to rock.
  Feet were a tapping,
And hearts beating fast,
Her eyes watched only him,
As his did her

  She turned to the barkeeper,
And gave him a smile,
"Who is this man,
For he sure fits my style!

He told me his name
I think we fell in love that night
We had a baby girl 9 months later
My heart breaks cause he passed away

He never got to know our baby girl!