She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline
She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour
She had a husband on her bumper, she had five restless children
And she was singing as sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline

And she's the salt of the earth
Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church
With a voice like wine
Cruising along in that Ford Econoline

Her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler
And he built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife
So many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying
But his big mistake was in buying her that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth
Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church
With a voice like wine
Cruising along in that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth
Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church
With a voice like wine
Cruising along in that Ford Econoline

Now she sings her songs around this country from Seattle to Montgomery
Those kids are grown and that rounder knows you cannot cage your wife
Along the back roads of our nation, she's become a living legend
She drives a Coupe De Ville but her heart rides still in that Ford Econoline
She drives a Coupe De Ville but her heart rides still in that Ford Econolin