She used to walk through
the town with her hair hangin' down
She was queen of the sixties they say
And her long black hair brought
acclaim everywhere
And all the boys had their hearts torn away
Runnin' wild, runnin' fast
Lord, it never will last
And the mirror don't lie in any way
But she sang her own song
She vowed she'd be gone
For a hair on her head
Turned to grey
Now she has the eyes
Of a honky -tonk angel who got
lost in a lawn yesterday
And that long black hair is
just a store -bought secret
But it can't hide a touch of gray
Some girls leave town,
Lord, and some settle down
But none stay as young as they like
And some dance at the ball,
and some don't dance at all
Or alone to the jukebox all night
She still walks through the town
With her hair hangin' down
She was queen of the sixties, they say
And that long black hair
that broke hearts everywhere,
is now washed with a touch of grace.
Now she has the eyes of a honky -tonked
angel who got lost in it long yesterday.
And that long black hair is just a
store -bought secret
But it can't hide a touch of gray
And that long black hair that
broke hearts
Everywhere is now washed
with a touch of grey