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I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do
E B E
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you
E A
The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate
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Said they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
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Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse
E B E
Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse
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Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait
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Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
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It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside
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She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride
A
Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired
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We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire
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If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in
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When we landed in Memphis like original sin
E A
Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates
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See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates
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E A
Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage
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And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge
E A
And there wasn't one Japanese model or make
E B E
Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates
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She saw him singing once when she was seventeen
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And ever since that day she's been living in between
A
I was never king of nothin' but this wild weekend
B
Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends + INSTR. A E (B E)
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Well, this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from / It's the Tennessee prison up
at Brushy Mountain
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Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight … / Stampin' out my time makin'
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Tennessee plates
