Print

I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate Said they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired SongtexteWe crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in When we landed in Memphis like original sin Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but this wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from It's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates Aus Songtexte Mania