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.
And she was singing as sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline.
And 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.
Her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler,
And he built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife.
So many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying,
But his big mistake was in 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 De Ville but her heart rides still in that Ford Econoline.
She drives a Coupe De Ville but her heart rides still in that Ford Econoline