| I woke up in a hotel and I didnt know what to do
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| I turned the tv on and wrote a letter to you
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| 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
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| 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 theyre 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
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| 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 theyd known what we was up to they wouldnt a let us in When we landed in memphis like original sin
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| 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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| Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage
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| And there wasnt one lincoln and there wasnt one dodge
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| And there wasnt one japanese model or make
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| 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 shes been living in between
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| I was never king of nothin but this wild weekend
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| Anyway he wouldnt care, hell he gave them to his friends
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| Well this aint no hotel Im writin you from
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| Its the tennessee prison up at brushy mountain
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| Where yours sincerelys doin five to eight
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| Stampin out my time makin tennessee plates |