I woke up in a hotel and know what to do I turned the TV on, a letter to you The news was 'bout a dead man upon the interstate Seems were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
Well I left California, baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of for me it's just a curse that judge in Bakersfield my trial'll have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac Tennessee plates
It was somewhere in Nevada, it was outside She was in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank later, four cars hot wired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick
If they'd known we was up to they wouldn't let us in And now we landed in Memphis like sin Elvis Presley Boulevard to the gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac Tennessee plates
Well, there must have been a dozen of parked in that garage And there wasn't one and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one model or make Just pretty, pretty with Tennessee plates
She saw him singing when she was seventeen And since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but wild weekend Anyway he care, hell, he gave them to his friends
This ain't no hotel I'm writin' you I'm at the prison up at Brushy Mountain yours sincerely's doin' five to eight I'm just stampin' out my time Tennessee plates