I woke up in a and didn't know what to do I turned the TV on, wrote a to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dead man the interstate Seems they were lookin' for a Cadillac Tennessee plates
Well since I left California, baby, things have gotten Seems the of opportunity for me it's just a curse Tell that in Bakersfield my trial'll have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee
It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a Three jobs later, four cars hot wired We the Mississippi like an oil slick fire
If they'd known what we was up to they let us in And now we landed in like original sin Elvis Presley Boulevard to the gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with plates
Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that And there wasn't one and there wasn't one Dodge And wasn't one Japanese model or make pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates
She saw him once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been in between I was never king of nothin' but this weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell, he them to his friends
This no hotel I'm writin' you from I'm at the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Where yours sincerely's five to eight I'm just stampin' out my time makin' plates