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FRED EAGLESMITH lyrics : "Lucille"

Well, Lucille was a woman and I was a boyAnd it was obvious that she wanted moreThan a man her age could give herAnd that was me I was wild as a summer squallBlowin' through town no direction at allI was wilder than even she could believeI had Cobra Jet 428In a '65 FordAnd it ran greatTake it on out to where that gravel turns to roadTake it on up to 110Tires screaming in and out of the bendsAnd Lucille hanging on just as tight as she couldAnd it was crazyBut it sure was goodWell, Lucille was fifty and I was nineteenAnd you know it never bothered me Not even when they called out in the barI'd get tough and I'd bust some headsLucille would laugh when the cops got thereWe'd sneak out the back and take off in my carI had a Cobra Jet 428In a '65 Ford And it ran great Take it on out to where that gravel turns to roadTake it on up to 110Tires screaming in and out of the bendsAnd Lucille hanging on just as tight as she couldAnd it was crazyBut it sure was goodWell, last week I turned forty-fiveWhen I woke upWell, out in the drivewayMy wife had fixed that old car up for meShe'd had it in the garage for a week or twoAnd when I got it back it was good as newI started it up and I took off down the highwayI drove on up to Randolph HeightsThere's an old folk's home there past the lightsAnd Lucille sitting out there in the shade I wheeled her around to the passenger doorI picked her up and put her in that carAnd we took off like a dust bowl hurricane And that Cobra Jet 428And that '65 Ford well it ran greatTook it on out to where that gravel turns to roadTook it on up to 110Tires screaming in and out of the bendAnd Lucille hanging on just as tight as she couldAnd it was crazyBut it sure was good

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