| He came speeding through the town each day at sundown
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| And his car was painted candy apple red
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| He was coming there to see the sheriff’s daughter
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| And the sheriff didn’t know it so they said
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| Time and time again the sheriff tried to catch him
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| But he always speeded up and got away
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| That old county jail stood patiently a waiting
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| And the sheriff vowed he’d put him there some day
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| Well there goes candy apple red that’s what the people said
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| If he doesn’t slow it down a bit he’s gonna end up dead
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| And the sheriff’s daughter said she’d rather end up dead
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| Than to live without her candy apple red
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| So the sheriff built a barricade to catch him
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| And he sat there at the limits of the town
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| But the sheriff’s daughter had already met him
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| And had married him before the sun went down
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| When the sheriff saw him coming down the highway
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| He saw they couldn’t stop and quickly caught his breath
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| As they crashed the barricade the car exploded
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| And the boy and girl went to a flaming death
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| Well there goes candy apple red that’s what the people said
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| If he doesn’t slow it down a bit he’s gonna end up dead
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| And the sheriff’s daughter said she’d rather end up dead
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| Than to live without her candy apple red |