text: She drove a big old Lincoln
  With suicide doors
  And a sewing machine in the back
  And a light bulb that looked like
  An alligator egg
  Was mounted up front on the hood
  And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed
  By Tennessee Ernie Ford
  And she always had saw dust in her hair
  And she cut two holes in the back of her dress
  And she had these scapular wings
  That were covered with feathers and electrical tape
  And when she got good and drunk
  She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana
  Where the wind is strong
  And folks mind their own business
  And she had at least a hundred old baseballs
  That shed taken from kids
  And she collected bones of all kinds
  And she lived in a trailer under a bridge
  And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
  And shed been struck by lightning seven or eight times
  And she hated the mention of rain
  And she made up her own language
  And she wore rubber boots
  And she could fix anything with string
  And her lips were like cherries
  And she was stronger than any man
  And she smelled like gasoline and root beer fizz
  And she put mud on a bee sting
  I got at the creek
  And she gave me
  My very first kiss
  And she gave me
  My very first kiss
  Talking bout my little Kathleen
  Shes just a fine young thing
  Someday shell wear my ring
  My little Kathleen