Ballad Of A Teenage Queen — Johnny Cash | караоке з текстом пісні

She was seventeen in a cotton dress, hair pinned up, Sunday best. Small town lights and a courthouse square. Every boy stopped when she walked there. She had a smile like summer rain, a laugh that cut right through the pain. They called her queen of Friday night, with paper crowns and borrowed lights. She was a teenage queen of the county fair, dancing slow like she didn't care. Every heart in that gymnasium, beating time just to follow her. Yeah, she wore that crown like it was born on a girl who never felt alone. That was the ballad of a teenage queen. There was a boy with dust on his boots, hands worked hard, words always few. He loved her quiet, loved her true, never thought she'd notice him too. She said his name like it mattered, like the world outside didn't shatter. When the band played low and slow, she held him close and wouldn't let go. She was a teenage queen of the county fair, but she chose him standing over there. While the lights went down and the record spun, she smiled like the night had just begun. Yeah, she laid that crown aside for a beat-up boy with honest eyes. That was the ballad of a teenage queen. Then the years rolled hard and fast, dreams got heavy, nights didn't last. Town got smaller, roads stretched long. Promises hum like an old sad song. She left town in a borrowed car, chasing something bright and far. He stayed back with a job and a ring, waiting on a call that wouldn't ring. She was a teenage queen in a bigger town, neon lights and a higher sound. But the mirror didn't know her name, and the crown just didn't feel the same. Yeah, the cheers were loud but cold, and the nights felt bought and sold. Still the ballad of a teenage queen. She read his letters every night, folded small, held tight. Words said what she couldn't say, about a love that don't fade away. She came back home one autumn day, no parade, no songs to play. Just an old coat and tired eyes, and a truth she couldn't disguise. He was there by the courthouse door, same kind heart, nothing more. She said, "I don't need the scene. I'm tired of being a teenage queen." She was a teenage queen of a younger time, but love outlasts the shine. No more crowns, no borrowed throne, just a place where she belonged. Yeah, the truest crown she'd ever seen, was the arms of a boy who believed. That's the ballad of a teenage queen. No lights now, no silver screen, just a man and his teenage queen.