| She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline
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| She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour
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| She had a husband on her bumper
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| She had five restless children
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| She was singing sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline
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| She’s the salt of the earth
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| Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church
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| With a voice like wine
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| Cruising along in that Ford Econoline
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| Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler
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| He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife
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| Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying
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| But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline
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| She’s the salt of the earth
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| Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church
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| With a voice like wine
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| Cruising along in that Ford Econoline
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| She’s the salt of the earth
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| Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church
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| With a voice like wine
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| Cruising along in that Ford Econoline
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| Now she sings her songs around this country
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| From Seattle to Montgomery
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| Those kids are grown and that rounder knows
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| You cannot cage your wife
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| Along the back roads of our nation, she’s become a living legend
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| She drives a Coupe DeVille but her heart rides still
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| In that Ford Econoline
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| She drives a Coup DeVille but her heart rides still
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| In that Ford Econoline |