Highway, radio, wind, smile

Picture in your mind,
for me, if you will,
A red, convertible,
rollin' down a highway hill.

A young, pretty blonde,
has a smile on her face,
The wind 'tis a blowin'
her silky locks, out of place.

The radio is playin',
You think back to the day,
Worries were few 'n
Happiness easily displayed,
And unseen troubles,
Seemed far, far away.

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