She was born on a farm way back in '57
Got a free education up until the age 11
Her father drove a Ford, and her mother drove her mad
They would bicker, and they'd squall about what the other had
He got drunk twice a week, and they carried him back home
She never lied except on Sundays and on the telephone
She called her father, she told him what he didn't wanna to hear
He watched her crying in the rearview mirror
They don't make cars like they used to
They don't make many things good
And so you pray to God, but you row for the shore
All the ones that you love are only bones and blood
She joined the circus with her eyes every time it passed on through
She hung out with the freaks and talked no colors, only blue
When the wind rose, she watched the circus packing up
There was always room for Sally Ann in Marlow's truck
She built a fire on the ground, and they danced around the flames
The sweet tang of the moonshine, and he carved her name
On the back of his hand with a foldaway knife
She never washed that blade although she had it all her life
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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She found the love of her life in a broken down car
He had ivory ribs and a smile that stood ajar
Grit-grey eyes and skinny blue jeans
You can wash this boy with water, but he'll never come clean
It gets a little hazy right around here
I lost her trail 2004
Omaha
A house with nine doors
Seventeen windows and a broken down Ford
They don't make cars like they used to
They don't make many things good
And so you pray to God, but you row for the shore
All the ones that you love are only bones and blood
They don't make cars like they used to
They don't make many things good
And so you pray to God, but you wade for the shore
All the ones that you love are only bones and blood
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