Kansas City Bomber Lyrics - Phil Ochs

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