Lucy, the Junk Dealer's Daughter

Close to the noise of the highway

Under the light from the stars

Lucy and Howard were lovers

Amid hundreds of rusted out cars

The moon on the Chevrolet graveyard

Turned the piles of junk into gold

For Lucy the junk dealer’s daughter

And Howard from the Highway Patrol

Surrounded by mountains of metal

Twenty-four cars to a stack

Lucy and Howard were lovers

In the wreck of a gold Cadillac

Oh never a rendezvous sweeter

A tale of more purity told

Than of Lucy the junk dealer’s daughter

And Howard from the Highway Patrol

Lucy and Howard got married

Moved to the good side of town

They felt as the weeks drifted by them

The pace of their love slowing down

They seemed to be growing indifferent

Their passionate love had grown cold

For Lucy the junk dealer’s daughter

For Howard from the Highway Patrol

Then Howard got off work one midnight

His mood was decidedly black

But when he pulled into his driveway

There was a wrecked Cadillac

And every sweet evening thereafter

Out to the driveway they stole

Lucy the junk dealer’s daughter

And Howard from the Highway Patrol