She longed to be a lady,When she was just a child;But where the grass was greener, LordShe done her growin' wild.Then she tried to spread her tender wings,And never left the ground;So she turned to dreams at sweet sixteenAnd woke up coming down.But she tries in her way climbing higher,And she dies each time she fails;So give her a home, or leave her alone;The lady's not for sale.She ain't ashamed to show her soul,So she'll sell it for a song.But free don't mean she's easyOr right for going wrong.So let her be the lady, Lord,She wants so bad to be;And let her win the gentle manThat she was born to please.'Cause she tries in her way climbing higher,And she dies each time she fails;So give her a home, or leave her alone;The lady's not for sale.
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
