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She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline |
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She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour |
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She had a husband on her bumper |
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She had five restless children |
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She was singing sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline |
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She's the salt of the earth |
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Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church |
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With a voice like wine |
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Cruising along in that Ford Econoline |
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Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler |
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He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife |
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Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying |
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But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline |
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She's the salt of the earth |
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Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church |
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With a voice like wine |
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Cruising along in that Ford Econoline |
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She's the salt of the earth |
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Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church |
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With a voice like wine |
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Cruising along in that Ford Econoline |
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Now she sings her songs around this country |
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From Seattle to Montgomery |
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Those kids are grown and that rounder knows |
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You cannot cage your wife |
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Along the back roads of our nation, she's become a living legend |
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She drives a Coupe DeVille but her heart rides still |
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In that Ford Econoline |
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She drives a Coup DeVille but her heart rides still |
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In that Ford Econoline |
