Kansas City Bomber - 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 she 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