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 siverin’ in the dark, so I offered her a ride
Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired
We 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 writing 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
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