| I had a '69 Impala
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| I bought it from my Dad
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| I gave him three hundred dollars
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| It gave me all it had
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| All after all that old car went through
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| You’d think I’d still have you
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| It always bought us home alright
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| It knew every curve in the road
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| It gave us shelter from the night
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| When we had no gas to go
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| We always found plenty to do
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| When you loved me and I loved you
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| The other day I seen that car
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| In a heap of rust by the old man’s barn
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| I hadn’t thought of it in years
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| But you still cross my mind
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| And all that we left behind
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| And we were leaving souvenirs
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| Now the car won’t start
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| And I had to pry the door
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| Among the salvage parts
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| Up on the dashboard
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| There was a red ribbon on your hair
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| And I remember the night that you put it there
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| The other day I seen that car
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| In a heap of rust by the old man’s barn
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| I hadn’t thought of it in years
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| But you still cross my mind
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| And all that we left behind
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| And we were leaving souvenirs
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| When we were leaving souvenirs |