A short red dress for a Mondays night
She wears the shoes she uses to dance
A list of songs that the time forgot
And a piano man who has no chance

She likes the guy but that’s not enough
What she really wants is to be a star
She wears her dress and warms up the voice
And dreams with spotlights in a big night club

There is no stage, just a corner’s light
And tips collected in a mustards jar
A sweet „Hello“ and she warms the night
And six drunk faces turn from the bar

So God bless Ella, little Billie and Vaughan
For they made the old road my Sweet Missie wants to find

(instrumental)

Men like them blond, now her hair is white
A wrinkled face with stories behind
Her dreams still sound in the same old bar
But coins now fall in a different jar

Through my beer glass my Sweet Missie smiles
Her hands caress a half empty life
She throws the words that I try to catch
Sweet sour past hidden in the night

(instrumental)

And God bless Ella, little Billie and Vaughan
For they made the old road my Sweet Missie couldn’t find
For they made the old road my Sweet Missie couldn’t find

Music & Lyrics: Judith Tellado