Lucille

Well, Lucille was a woman and I was a boy
 And it was obvious that she wanted more
 Than a man her age could give her
 And that was me
 I was wild as a summer squall
 Blowin' through town no direction at all
 I was wilder than even she could believe
 I had Cobra Jet 428
 In a '65 Ford
 And it ran great
 Take it on out to where that gravel turns to road
 Take it on up to 110
 Tires screaming in and out of the bends
 And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could
 And it was crazy
 But it sure was good
 Well, Lucille was fifty and I was nineteen
 And you know it never bothered me
 Not even when they called out in the bar
 I'd get tough and I'd bust some heads
 Lucille would laugh when the cops got there
 We'd sneak out the back and take off in my car
 I had a Cobra Jet 428
 In a '65 Ford
 And it ran great
 Take it on out to where that gravel turns to road
 Take it on up to 110
 Tires screaming in and out of the bends
 And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could
 And it was crazy
 But it sure was good
 Well, last week I turned forty-five
 When I woke up
 Well, out in the driveway
 My wife had fixed that old car up for me
 She'd had it in the garage for a week or two
 And when I got it back it was good as new
 I started it up and I took off down the highway
 I drove on up to Randolph Heights
 There's an old folk's home there past the lights
 And Lucille sitting out there in the shade
 I wheeled her around to the passenger door
 I picked her up and put her in that car
 And we took off like a dust bowl hurricane
 And that Cobra Jet 428
 And that '65 Ford well it ran great
 Took it on out to where that gravel turns to road
 Took it on up to 110
 Tires screaming in and out of the bend
 And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could
 And it was crazy
 But it sure was good