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A TRUE STORY

      Kate Clinton, John McCutcheon, & Betsy Rose

One morning while reading the paper, in search of a new set of wheels

The classifieds had a most curious ad in their listing of automobiles

I read in suspicious amusement what seemed like a great stroke of luck

"Corvette Stingray," it said, "low mileage, bright red, '83 model --

   sixty-five bucks"

Well I was used to my newspaper's typos, still I called up that number

   straightway

"'Bout that '83 'Vette -- have you sold the thing yet?"  She said, "No,

   you're my first call today"

I said, "There's been some mistake in the paper, they printed the ad wrong

   somehow"

"Oh, no," replied she, "they got that from me."  I said, "Don't sell that

   car, I'm leaving now"

Well her address was in the part of the city where I'd ventured just one

   time or two

Where the doctors, bank presidents, and lawyers are residents, and the

   houses are massive and new

As I drove up her half-a-mile driveway, there in the heat of the day

In the sunlight it gleamed, the car of my dreams -- just sixty-five dollars

   away

Well the interior was made of white leather, it had a 587 V-8

Bow wingspan doors, Hurst four-on-the-floor, and the 8-channel tape deck was

   great

There was chrome on the chrome on the fender in an aerodynamic design

A phone, a TV, and it was bogglin' to me how for sixty-five bucks it was

   mine

Well I suspected the woman was crazy, to be selling the car at this price

But as we walked down the lane she seemed perfectly sane -- she was charming

   and really quite nice

And she smiled in such great satisfaction as she handed me title and keys

I said, "I've just got to know why you let this thing go -- what's wrong

   with this car, tell me, please?"

Said she, "I'll be sixty come Tuesday, and I've lived here with my husband

   Earl

After thirty years wed, and without a word said, he left me for a young

   teenage girl

With his credit cards here on the table, I knew that he couldn't go far

Last night from Florida he sent a wire to me, said, 'I need money, dear --

   sell the car!'"

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