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As I was motivatin' over the hill |
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I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville |
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A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road |
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Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford |
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The Cadillac doin' about 95 |
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She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side |
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Maybellene, why can't you be true |
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Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true |
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You've started back doin' the things you used to do |
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Well, the Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford |
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The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more |
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It then got cloudy and started to rain |
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I tooted my horn for a passin' lane |
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The rainwater blowin' all under my hood |
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I know that I was doin' my motor good |
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Maybellene, why can't you be true |
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Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true |
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You've started back doin' the things you used to do |
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The heat went down, the motor cooled down |
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And that's when I heard that highway sound |
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The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead |
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A hundred and ten half a mile ahead |
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The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still |
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I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill |
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Maybellene, why can't you be true |
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Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true |
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You've started back doin' the things you used to do |
