Salvadora do dia- quem diria! :) I woke up in a hotel, didnt know what to do I turned the TV on, wrote a letter to you The news was talkin bout a dead man upon the interstate Seems they lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well 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, my trial Ill have to wait Theyre 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 hotwired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire, Yeah! Yeah If theyd known what we was up to they wouldnt let us in Now we landed in Memphis like original sin Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates Oh, see were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Man, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage There wasnt one Lincoln and there wasnt one Dodge Wasnt 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 shes been living in between I was never king of nothin but that wild weekend Anyway he wouldnt care, hell he gave them to his friends This aint no hotel Im writin you from The Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerelys doin five to eight Stampin out my time makin Tennessee plates
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 20:31:32 +0000
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