Once I had a Mustang,
not to long ago,
that I could race 
every where I'd go.

A  351, V8 
is what she had.
That '73 Grande Mustang
made me so glad.

You see there's a hill
by where I live,
I liked to floor her
to see what she'd give.

I miss her fondly,
I always will,
everytime,
I see that hill!

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