Lucille keyboard

Lucille

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C 
Lucille was a woman and I was a boy 
            F 
And it was obvious that she wanted more 
        c                                       G 
Than a man her age could give her and that was me. 
C 
I was wild as a summer squall 
F 
Blowing through town no direction at all 
     C                 G                 C 
And I was wilder than even she could believe. 
 
         F                   C 
I had a Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great 
F                                           C 
Take it on out to where the gravel turns to road 
F                     C 
Take it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend 
                                             G 
And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could. 
            F             G                      C 
And it was cra...ayyyy...zeee.  But it sure was good! 
 
 
Lucille was 50 and I was 19 
And you know it never bothered me 
Not even when they called out in the bars. 
I'd get tough and I'd bust some heads 
Lucille would laugh when the cops got there 
We'd sneak out the back and take off in my car. 
 
(Chorus) 
I had a Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great 
Take it on out to where the gravel turns to road 
Take it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend 
And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could. 
And it was cra...ayyyy...zeee.  But it sure was good! 
 
Last week I turned 45, when I woke up, 
Well out in the driveway, 
My wife had fixed that old car up for me. 
She'd had in the garage for a week or two 
When I got it back, it was good as new. 
I started it up and I took off down the highway. 
 
 
BRIDGE (LIKE CHORUS) 
 
   F 
I drove on up to Randolph Heights, 
            C 
There's an old folks' home there past the lights 
     F                                    C 
And Lucille was sitting out there in the shade. 
   F 
I wheeled her around to the passenger door 
  C 
I picked her up and put her in that car 
                        G              C 
And we took off like a dustbowl hurricane. 
 
 
(Chorus) 
         F                   C 
In that Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great 
F                                           C 
Took it on out to where the gravel turns to road 
F                     C 
Took it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend 
                                             G 
And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could. 
            F             G                      C    F C 
And it was cra...ayyyy...zeee.  But it sure was good! 
             C    F C 
It sure was good... 
             C     F    C 
It sure was goooo-oooo-ooood. 
 

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