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