red rag top

i was twenty and she was eighteen

we were just about as wild as we were green

in the ways of the world

she picked me up in that red rag top

we were free of the folks and hiding from the cops

on a summer night

runnin' all the red lights

we parked way out in a clearin' in a grove

and the night was as hot as a coal burnin' stove

we were cookin' with gas

knew it had to last

in the back of that red rag top

she said

please don't stop."