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