Red Ragtop

I was twenty and she was eighteen

we were just about as wild as we were green

in the ways of the world

she'd pick me up in that red ragtop

we were free of the folks and hiding from the cops

on a summer night

running all the red lights

we'd park way out in a clearing in a grove

and the night was as hot as a coal-burning stove

we were cooking wiht gas

knew it had to last

in the back of that red ragtop

she said please don't stop

Well the very first time her mother met me

her green-eyed girl had been a mother-to-be

for two weeks

i was out of job and she was in school

and life was fast and the world was cruel

we were young and wild

we decided not to have the child

so we did what we did and we tried to forget

and we swore up and down there would be no regrets

in the morning light

but on the way home that night

from the back of that red ragtop

she said please don't stop loving me

We took one more trip around the sun

but it was all make believe in the end

and no i can't say where she is today

i can't remember who i was back then

Well you do what you do and you pay for your sins

and there's no such thing as what might have been

that's a waste of time

drive you out of your mind

i was stopped at a red light just yesterday

beside a young girl in a cabriolet

and her eyes were green

and i was in an old scene

i was back in that red ragtop

on the day she stopped loving me

i was back in that red ragtop

on the day she stopped loving me