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| She's the | Queen of the | Silver | Dollar, And she | rules this | smokey | kingdom. |
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| And her | sceptre | is a | wine glass, And this | bar stool is her | throne. |
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| And the | jesters | flock | around her, And | fight to | win her | favours |
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| And | see which | one will | take the | Queen Of the | Silver | Dollar | home. |
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| She | arrives in all her splendour every | night at nine o'clock. |
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| And her | chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the | block. |
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| Then the | old piano minstrel plays her | song as she walks in, |
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| And the | Queen of the Silver dollar She's home | again. |
| -Repeat Chorus- |
| A | D | |
| Her | royal gown is a satin dress, that's | stained and slightly torn. |
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| And her | sparklin' jewels are rhinestones, And her shoes are scuffed and | worn |
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| From the | many roads she's traveled And the | wondrous sites she's seen. |
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| And I | watch her and I pray, God save the | Queen. |
| -Repeat Chorus- |
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| The | Queen of the Silver Dollar's, is not as | haughty as she seems. |
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| She was | once an ordinary girl, With ordinary dreams . |
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| But I | found her and I won her, And I | brought her to this world. |
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| Yes, | I'm the man who made a Queen, Of a simple country | girl. |
| Now she's the.... |
| -Repeat Chorus- |