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 hidin' 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.
Ooh, it had to last.
In the back of that
red rag top.
She said,
please don't stop.
Well, the very next time
her mother met me,
her green eyed girl,
had been a mother to be
for two weeks.
I was out of a 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 a 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 mornin' light.
But on the way home
that night,
in the back of
that red rag top
She said,
please don't stop
lovin' me.
We took one more trip
around the sun.
But it was all make believe
in the end.
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've been.
That's a waste of time.
Drive you
outta 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 rag top
on the day she stopped
lovin' me.
I was back in that
red rag top,
on the day she stopped
lovin' me.