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 they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
Well since I left California, baby, have gotten worse the land of opportunity for me it's just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield my trial'll to wait Down they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold She was in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, cars hot wired We crossed the like an oil slick fire
If they'd known what we was up to they let us in And now we in Memphis like original sin Elvis Boulevard to the Graceland gates See we lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in garage And there wasn't one and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs Tennessee plates
She saw him singing once she was seventeen And ever since day she's been living in between I was never of nothin' but this 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 makin' Tennessee