I stopped off at the Quicksack for some beer and cigarettes
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The old man took my money as he stared at my Corvette
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He said, I had one just like her son, a 1963
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'Til the man down at the bank took her from me
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Oh She was hotter than a two dollar pistol
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She was the fastest thing around
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Long and lean every young man's dream
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She turned every head in town
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She was built and fun to handle Son
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I'm glad that you dropped in
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She reminds me of the one I loved back then
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Then I handed him my keys and said, here take her for a spin
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The old man scratched his head, then he looked at me and grinned
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He said son you just don't understand it ain't the car I want
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It's the brunette in your 'vette that turns me on
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I had one that was hotter than a two dollar pistol
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She was the fastest thing around
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Long and lean every young man's dream
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She turned every head in town
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She was built and fun to handle Son
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I'm glad that you dropped in
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She reminds me of the one I loved back then
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Lord she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
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She was the fastest thing around
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Long and lean every young man's dream
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She turned every head in town
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She was built and fun to handle Son
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I'm glad that you dropped in
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She reminds me of the one I loved back then
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She reminds me of the one I loved back then
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The One I Loved Back Then
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George Jones |