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I woke up in a hotel and i didn't know what to do |
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I turned the tv on and wrote a letter to you |
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The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate |
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Said they were lookin' for a cadillac with tennessee plates |
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Since 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 bakersfield that my trial will have to wait |
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Down here they're lookin' for a cadillac with tennessee plates |
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It was somewhere in nevada, it was cold outside |
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She was shiverin' in the dark, so i offered her a ride |
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Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired |
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We crossed the mississippi like an oil slick fire |
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If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in |
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When we landed in memphis like original sin |
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Up elvis presley boulevard to the graceland gates |
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See we were lookin' for a cadillac with tennessee plates |
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Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage |
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And there wasn't one lincoln and there wasn't one dodge |
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And there wasn't one japanese model or make |
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Just pretty, pretty cadillacs with 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 this wild weekend |
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Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends |
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Well this ain't no hotel i'm writin' you from |
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It's the tennessee prison up at brushy mountain |
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Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight |
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Stampin' out my time makin' tennessee plates |
