The Steamboat Queen
Old time barbershop quartet singing on the banks of the Mississippi
Miss Moline lights another cigarette, shakes her head
And she says,

One last slow ride through the night
One last slow ride in the moonlight
Hold tight, steamboat queen, sing me a simple tune for these troubled times
All right, steamboat queen, you must have been something in your prime

Sing another round of Hometown Sweetheart
The sunís down and itís tearing me to pieces
Hurry up children donít be late
The paddlewheelís spinning like a 78

Everybody come out and see
The last ride of the steamboat queen
She ainít nothing but a novelty now
Easy times have slipped away somehow
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