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I was fifteen, she was eighteen |
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The prettiest thing I'd ever seen in my life |
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I loved her at first sight |
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I found her in Marietta, a town north of Atlanta |
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I brought her home to see my folks |
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They loved her too |
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We were together for a long time |
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Thought it would be for all time |
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But things change and rearrang |
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She had to go |
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She left me cryin' in '79 |
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An airline pilot, in Carolina |
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I was a wreck, can't drive a check |
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It broke my heart |
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My first love was an older woman |
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There's been many since |
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But there'll never be another |
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Built in 1955, snowshoe white, overdrive |
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I never should've sold her, I'll always love her |
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She was mine |
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Years went by, teardrops dried |
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I got her back, I was surprised |
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In '93, a gift to me on Christmas Eve |
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We were both older, so I restored her |
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Could've sold her, for a lot more |
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But I will never she's mine forever |
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Until I go |
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My first love was an older woman |
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There's been many since |
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But there'll never be another |
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Built in 1955, snowshoe white, overdrive |
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I never should've sold her, I'll always love her |
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She was mine |
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I'll never sell her she's mine forever |
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I love her so |
