Ford Econoline

She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline

She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour

She had a husband on her bumper

She had five restless children

She was singing sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth

Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church

With a voice like wine

Cruising along in that Ford Econoline

Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler

He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife

Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying

But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth

Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church

With a voice like wine

Cruising along in that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth

Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church

With a voice like wine

Cruising along in that Ford Econoline

Now she sings her songs around this country

From Seattle to Montgomery

Those kids are grown and that rounder knows

You cannot cage your wife

Along the back roads of our nation, she's become a living legend

She drives a Coupe DeVille but her heart rides still

In that Ford Econoline

She drives a Coup DeVille but her heart rides still

In that Ford Econoline