Like any other would-be country singin' sensation
I had no visible means of transportation
One Saturday mornin' I was searching the ads
When I found one that I wanted and I wanted it bad
(He found one that he wanted and he wanted it bad)
I called up the salesmen and he said, "Come on in
I got the Lincoln right here belonged to Loretta Lynn
The Coal Miner's Daughter used to drive it to town
It's yours for a song and five hundred down."
He said, "It's yours for a song and five hundred down."
I said, "Loretta Lynn's Lincoln?"
Yeah, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
I had no idea what that dealer was thinkin'
But he toted the note on Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Well, I throwed my ol' guitar
In that big back seat
I steered her on out on to Demonbreun Street
Them other cars pulled over like the Red Sea had parted
It was then I had a vision of Dolly Parton
(Right there he had a vision of Dolly Parton)
She said, "Ain't that Loretta Lynn's Lincoln?"
Yeah, it's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
She said, "I thought I recognized
Them two headlights blinkin'
I do declare
That there's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln."
Dolly said, "Slide over J. Otis
Let me take you downtown
Miss Loretta's waitin' for us
At the Orchid Lounge
I couldn't believe my ears
I couldn't believe my eyes Why she was wavin' from the curb
As we rode by
Well, we turned that big rig around
Right on a dime
I ain't seen nothin' like that since Red Solvine
That's what Loretta was sayin' as she hopped in the back
Then she said, "Hey hoss, ain't this my old Cadillac?"
"No ma'am Miss Loretta
This ain't your Cadillac
It's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Yeah, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
The radio was on
And we was all lip syncin'
Ridin' 'round Nashville
In Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
I heard a tappin' on the window
As I woke up
'Neath an old newspaper
In my pickup truck
The policeman said, "Boy,
You better hit the road jack
Get that bucket of bolts back across the tracks."
Officer, "This here's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln."
Then he said, "Son, that ain't Loretta Lynn's Lincoln."
Yeah, I was wakin' up
And my dreams were sinkin'
Like them old springs on Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Yeah, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
(Loretta, Loretta)
Oh, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
(That ain't Loretta Lynn's Lincoln)
If you ever get to wonderin' what I was a dreamin'
I was dreamin' I was ridin' in Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
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