She was the queen of rock in her younger days........
She was the queen of rock,
in her younger days.
She was absorbed in freedom,
song, and modern ways.
At times like these,
when her world turns black,
She lets her mind wander,
and it takes her back.
There were no songs,
that she couldn't sing,
Who knew at that hour,
what tomorrow might bring.
Songs on the radio,
would help heal her soul,
Her friends they dropped acid,
but that wasn't her goal.
Music it fed her,
songs were her friends.
She backed the peace protests,
and followed the trends.
She lived through the conflict,
and braided her hair.
And cries of peace,
make love not war were everywhere.
Her jeans were bell-bottomed,
at the time quite the rage.
those fashions kept changing,
it was like flipping a page.
At sixteen two of her girl friends,
pierced the girl's ears,
And at eighteen she married,
and she remembers the tears.
She had traded her music,
for that blasted ring,
seemed unfair to the queen,
that it changed everything.
A divorce, a death,
a divorce, a child born,
Left the queen of rock music,
ravaged and worn,
Yet sometimes,
when the music's just right,
She finds in her soul,
that she still has some fight.
And she dances there barefoot,
across the living room floor,
She remembers the moments,
and she rocks once more.
Chorus
Rock on little sister, music's good for the soul,
Never forget the rhythm and lost dreams we hold.
Rock on little sister, till night time is gone,
Rock on little sister, little sister rock on.