Текст песни Ethel

She was heavenly, my Ethel But she made a deal with the Devil, my Ethel She held tight to her youth and beauty, my Ethel Until He pried it from the cold dead hands of my Ethel I close my eyes and count to three, she's no more She's bleeding out, cradled in the driver's door I asked for far too much, I'll take no more It's not my place to question God what for