| Lyrics: | She comes from kansas city, in the middle of the land
She was the queen of the game
But love
never came with a man, with a man
Now all they know is her name
She's the kansas city
bomber, let her roll, let her roll
Let her fly through the fury of the race
The cry of the
crowd is the keeper of her soul
You can see it by the rage upon her face
The blast of
the whistle, the bomber takes the floor
She turns, she spins on the rail
But she'll be the
first one to score, watch her score
And the board light up as the sails
She's the kansas
city bomber, let her roll, let her roll
Let her fly through the fury of the race,
of the race
The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul
You can tell by the rage upon her
face
She's gonna leave tommorrow, she's never coming back
But tommorrow is only a
day
But now she is trapped on the track, on the track
And god help the lady in her
way
She's the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her roll
Let her fly through the fury of
the race, of the race
The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul
You can tell by the
rage upon her face, on her face |
