I woke up in a hotel and didn't what to do I turned the TV on, wrote a to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dead man upon the Seems they were for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
Well since I left California, baby, things gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me 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 cold She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a Three bank later, four cars hot wired We the Mississippi like an oil slick fire
If they'd what we was up to they wouldn't let us in And now we landed in Memphis like sin Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland See we were lookin' for a with Tennessee plates
Well, there must been a dozen of them parked in that garage And there one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one Japanese model or Just pretty, Cadillacs with Tennessee plates
She saw him singing when she was seventeen And ever since day she's been living in between I was never of nothin' but this wild weekend he wouldn't care, hell, he gave them to his friends
This ain't no hotel I'm writin' you I'm at the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Where yours sincerely's doin' to eight I'm just stampin' out my makin' Tennessee plates