Maybellene, why can't you be true?Oh Maybellene, why can't you be

I left my home in Norfolk VirginiaCalifornia on my mindI straddled

quarter to three and there's no one in the

the wee hours of the morningAfter all have gone to

the heat of the day down in Mobile, AlabamaWorking

In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, AlabamaWorkin' on

Deep down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in

Fifty-five Ford died right on the roadDrove for the curb, raised

Old boy he ran a little stop sign in the southAnd

I could only have an hourOf this holiday with

night, sweetheartsIt's time to go nowArrivederci, tally-ho, au revoir, adioYou've

the 'Wee Wee Hours'I used to play 'Maybellene'Better days whizzed

ain't the word for the way that I feel'Cause

Oh well, oh well, I feel so good todayWe just touched

She drew out all her money out of the Southern TrustAnd

A stranger lied on the barroom floorAnd drank so much he

down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up

everybody had an oceanAcross the U.S.AThen everybody'd be surfin'Like

They're really rockin' in BostonIn Pittsburgh, P.ADeep in the heart of

Too late, too late to ask forgivenessToo late, too late to