Phil Ochs - Kansas City Bomber Lyrics
She comes from kansas city, in the middle of the landShe was the queen of the gameBut love never came with a man, with a manNow all they know is her nameShes the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her rollLet her fly through the fury of the raceThe cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soulYou can see it by the rage upon her faceThe blast of the whistle, the bomber takes the floorShe turns, she spins on the railBut shell be the first one to score, watch her scoreAnd the board light up as the sailsShes the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her rollLet her fly through the fury of the race, of the raceThe cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soulYou can tell by the rage upon her faceShes gonna leave tommorrow, shes never coming backBut tommorrow is only a dayBut now she is trapped on the track, on the trackAnd God help the lady in her wayShes the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her rollLet her fly through the fury of the race, of the raceThe cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soulYou can tell by the rage upon her face, on her face