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