| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| I can see the pearly gates
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| Where the angels wait
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| Standin' all around your big Cadil-lac
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| Won’t you take me by the hand
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| Lead me to the promised land
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| And let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Does St. Peter know
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| That I want to go
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| For a ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Ride those streets paved with gold
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| Where no-body will grow old
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| Ridin in the back of your big Cadil-lac
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| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| In my mansion so grand
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| I can hear an angel band
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| And see the keys to your big Cadil-lac
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| I’m so tired of walking around
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| Let me hear your trumpet sound
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| And let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Have you traded in your cross
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| To God the Father God the Lost?
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac
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| Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
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| Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac |