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I stoCpped off at the Quicksack
For some beG7er and cigaCrettes
The oFld man took my mConey
As he stared at my CorvG7ette
He saCid, I had one just like her son, A 196F3
'Til the mCan down at the baG7nk took her fromC me
Oh, She was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fasFtest thing aroCund
LoFng and lean every youCng man's dream she turned every head
in toG7wn
She was bCuilt in from the handles son,
I'm glad that you dropped iFn
She remiCnds me of the oG7ne I loved back Cthen
Instrumental
Then, I hCanded him my keys and said,
HG7ere take her for a Cspin,
The Fold man scratched his Chead, and said
Then he looked at me and grinG7ned
He said sCon you just don't understand
It ain't the car I wFant
It's the brCunette in your 'G7vette that turns mCe on
She reminds me of the one I loved back then...
George plays F like
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