Marlene McQueen Lyrics

The king of this town, he lost his crown
to a drunk at the masquerade ball
to a green-eyed queen that he swore that he�d seen
though he�d never laid eyes on her face
And the jack on the road with nowhere to go
caught a ride down a well beaten path
Got drunk at a bar where he lost his car
and the keys to an old Cadillac

He said lonely is something that I�ve never tried
but I�m down with the trip if you�re up for the ride
and my ace in the hole, it seems he has died
a slow and lonely death

Marlene, my queen, I�d die for your scene
but you laugh when I tell you so
A hundred to one there�s no death in your gun
and you point it at me just for show

These songs are no more than just thoughts on a page
from an insolent writer with well channeled rage
alone in a room with the typewriter blues
and the loneliest look on his face
and the songs that he sings from up on that stage
had the grace of a drunken ballet
For the crowd did not weep, they just sat in their seats
and the band counted off and they played

Marlene, my queen, I�d die for your scene
but you laugh when I tell you so
A hundred to one there�s no death in your gun
and you point it at me just for show

Marlene, my queen
What�s your scene