C5 Lucille was a woman and I was a boy F5 And it was obvious that she wanted more c G5 Than a man her age could give her and that was me. C5 I was wild as a summer squall F5 Blowing through town no direction at all C5 G5 C5 And I was wilder than even she could believe. F5 C5 I had a Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great F5 C5 Take it on out to where the gravel turns to road F5 C5 Take it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend G5 And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could. F5 G5 C5 And it was cra...ayyyy...zeee. But it sure was good! Lucille was 50 and I was 19 And you know it never bothered me Not even when they called out in the bars. 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. (Chorus) I had a Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great Take it on out to where the gravel turns to road Take 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 cra...ayyyy...zeee. But it sure was good! Last week I turned 45, when I woke up, Well out in the driveway, My wife had fixed that old car up for me. She'd had in the garage for a week or two When I got it back, it was good as new. I started it up and I took off down the highway. BRIDGE (LIKE CHORUS) F5 I drove on up to Randolph Heights, C5 There's an old folks' home there past the lights F5 C5 And Lucille was sitting out there in the shade. F5 I wheeled her around to the passenger door C5 I picked her up and put her in that car G5 C5 And we took off like a dustbowl hurricane. (Chorus) F5 C5 In that Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great F5 C5 Took it on out to where the gravel turns to road F5 C5 Took it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend G5 And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could. F5 G5 C5 F5 C5 And it was cra...ayyyy...zeee. But it sure was good! C5 F5 C5 It sure was good... C5 F5 C5 It sure was goooo-oooo-ooood.
