| Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale
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| An Eldorado sits out on the Tamiami Trail
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| Sign on the windshield tells the whole tale
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| Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale
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| He was a circus man when they first met
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| He was fired from a cannon into a net
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| The money was good he always hit the bullseye
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| Savin' for the car one day he would buy
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| No, he wasn’t thinkin' of some average ride
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| A human cannonball has a lot of pride
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| If you’re gonna live large you need a hydramatic
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| Eldorado Biarritz for this wild acrobatic
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| And Earl’s is red with shark-like fins
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| And that is where this little love tale begins
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| The rear view mirror puts it all in scale
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| Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale
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| She was an Everglades girl, partly Seminole
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| With an urge for goin', and a wanderin' soul
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| With a name like Moonvine she knew she’d never stay
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| That handsome human bullet stole her heart away
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| It was a Saturday night after the midnight show
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| She was starin' at the car when he said «hello»
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| Didn’t take too much to move her off the reservation
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| Just a good lookin' boy with the right transportation
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| And now Earl is wed, Moonvine’s got her veil
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| They’re towin' that cannon down the Tamiami Trail
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| He’s got the talent, she’s got brains
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| Earl and Moonvine, left the land of sugar cane
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| So they drove down to Panama and back up to Maine
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| Had so much fun, hell, they did it again
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| Crossing cities off the map as they shot down the road
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| Knowin' towin' a cannon, things could explode
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| Now a Cadillac was always an Elvis thing
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| Polished chrome and gold it was the birth of bling
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| They came with personality they made you a star
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| God may have made the earth
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| But man made that car
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| Now all the way back to the time of James Dean
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| Car crash songs chewed up heroes and machines
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| Sick minds, stop signs and uncontrolled swerves
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| But Early and his Caddy could handle killer curves
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| So when the big top folded, Early took his last drive
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| Moonvine kissed her boy goodbye, his exit had arrived
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| She shot his ashes 'cross the Gulf from that ancient rusty gun
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| Nomads know when the show is done
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| And Earl’s dead, he’s been airmailed
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| And that Eldorado’s waitin' on the Tamiami Trail
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| For some shameless entertainer to blow in like a gale
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| Earl’s dead — Cadillac for sale
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| Earl’s dead, Earl’s dead |