Fred Eaglesmith - Lucille lyrics

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 pa**enger 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