As we stepped in, into the old bar,
Watching ‘er as that old sway, made my foot start,
it was a’tappin, to that sweet voice,
as she made that, sweet melody,
we saw her, and heard that sweet noise,
and as that foot tapped, what i felt in me,
was a feelin’ down deep inside,
made me feel, like “walkin’ after midnight,”
She cried, “ i stopped to see a weeping willow”,
and as I heard “ crying on his pillow”,
it brought a tear to the edge of my eye,
She started singing once more,
she sounded so sweet, but at the same time a feelin’ of love,
as if her broken heart, had once been torn,
she almost sounded, as if that country voice was going above,
to a loved one that we cannot see, a person in her heart forever more,
to a loved one that we could never be, someone in her arms she’ll forever adore,
we watched that country legend, as her breath let off them slow releases,
of that one song that just made her, as if she was “falling to pieces,”
Now as that lady with her high heels, and her sparklin’ dress,
stepped down from that stage, her voice just becoming less and less,
As i watched her chest, go from a rise to a fall,
she simply raised her hand, and a cheer came from us all,
we took a glimpse that is once more,
as she took a step and stepped out the door,
that was the last i ever heard, of that wonder, that magic, that lovely dressless soul,
I simply grabbed my glass, I walked to the door, and that was the last angel i’d ever known,
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