Mabel's Car
Twisted fingers steer that big red car down the road
Her friends tell her maybe it’s time the car was sold
You know Mabel both you and that car are gettin’ old
We only tell ya ‘cause we love ya at the risk of bein’ bold

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That car holds memories
Of her Bill and summer breezes
Mabel can’t give her car away

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No way, no way
No way, no way
No way, no way
No way, no way

Now she remembers when the car was new and shinin’ bright
She and Bill would drive down to the beach on Friday night
They listened to the radio and Bill would hold her tight
And whisper sweet nothins in the dash board light

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Twisted fingers steer that big red car down the road
Young men blare their horns ‘cause Mabel’s drivin’ slow

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