| Like any other would be country singing sensation
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| I had no visible means of transportation
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| One Saturday morning I was searching the ads
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| When I found one that I wanted and I wanted it bad
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| (He found one that he wanted and he wanted it bad)
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| I called up the salesmen, he said, c’mon in
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| I’ve got the Lincoln right here belonged to Loretta Lynn
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| The Coal Miner’s Daughter used to drive it to town
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| It’s yours for a song and five hundred down
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| (He said, it’s yours for a song and five hundred down)
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| I said, Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| Yeah, Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| I had no idea what that dealer was thinking
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| But he totted the note on Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| Well, I throwed my old guitar in that big back seat
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| And I steared her on out on to Dameron Street
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| Them other cars pulled over like the red sea had parted
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| It was then I had a vision of Dolly Parton
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| (Right there he had a vision of Dolly Parton)
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| Dolly said, slide over J Otis, let me take you downtown
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| Miss Loretta’s waiting for us at the Orchid Lounge
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| I couldn’t believe my ears, I couldn’t believe my eyes
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| Why she was waving from the curb and we drove by
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| Well, we turned that big rig around, right on a dime
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| I ain’t seen nothin' like that since Red Solvine (Red Solvine)
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| That’s what Loretta was saying as she hopped in the back
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| Then she said, hey, Hoss, ain’t this my old Cadillac
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| No mame, Miss Loretta, this ain’t your Cadillac
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| I heard a tapping on the window as I woke up
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| Neath an old newspaper in my pickup truck
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| The policeman said, boy, you better hit the road jack
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| Get that bucket of bolts back across the tracks
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| Officer, this here’s Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| (And he said) son, that ain’t Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| Yeah, I was waking up and my dreams were sinkin'
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| Like them ol' springs on Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| Yeah, Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln (Loretta, Loretta)
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| Whooo, Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln
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| (That is Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln)
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| If you ever get to wondering what I was a-dreaming
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| I was dreaming I was riding in Loretta Lynn’s Lincoln |