Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
You´ve started back doing the things you used to do.

As I was motivatin´ over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville.
A Cadillac a-rollin´ on the open road,
nothin´ will outrun my V8 Ford.
The cadillac doin´ ´bout ninety-five,
she´s bumper to bumber rollin´ side by side.

Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
You´ve started back doing the things you used to do.

Pink in the mirror on top of the hill,
it´s just like swallowin´ up a medicine pill.
First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
doin´ a hundred and ten gallopin´ over that hill.
Offhill curve, a downhill strecth,
me and that Cadillac neck by neck.

Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
You´ve started back doing the things you used to do.

The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford,
the Ford got hot and wouldn´t do no more.
It then got clody and it started to rain,
I tooted my horn for a passin´ lead
the rain water blowin´ all under my hood,
I knew that was doin´ my motor good.

Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
You´ve started back doing the things you used to do.

The motor cooled down, the heat went down
and that´s when I heard that highway sound.
The Cadillac a-sittin´ like a ton of lead
a hundred and ten a half a mile ahead.
The Cadillac lookin´ like it´s sittin´ still
and I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill.

Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can´t you be true?
You´ve started back doing the things you used to do